Luce - your imagination is here, bold and clear on this very page.

All the best as ever,

Ben

It's still sweet, luce, and will always be

I don't think your imagination went anywhere Luce, this poem is ripe with your patented imagination :) I could hear the bees buzzing in my ears, and flying from flower to flower. One note I do have about the poem is to maybe add parentheses around 'Sweet honey!' just to make it a bit easier to write.

Really love your latest influx of poems, if those arose from 'a lack of imagination' as you so put it, then sign me up!

I know what you mean by that Luce. I have felt the same for too long.
You’re just not feeling it. maybe your brain is occupied now and when the occupation falls a little, tiny ants of imagination will march into your brain.
(I hope your head wont feel itchy then :P)