Fresh Fiction Poem by Val Jennings

Fresh Fiction

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I wonder if writing alone is ever lonely?
To ponder is to partner.
To illuminate is to lighten
a dark background with smudges.
Do you see what I see? It doesn't matter!
In seeing you, too, discover
either the dream of your own making
or the reflected images of a shadow maker.
Does a monster live under the bed?
Is heaven filled with flowers?
Do unicorns graze in uninterrupted silence?
Is the library open after hours?
I cannot lie, for truth is born from imagination.
Fiction is a pseudonym for
original expression.

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Val Jennings

Val Jennings

Walkermine, Plumas, California, USA
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