I don't know what
you are,
yet you have stretched
my mind.
I think of you
every day
labouring in the fine silt
of memory,
digging for an excuse
or reason
that was our demise,
the imaginary status
I can't conceal.
Actually we are one
compatable movement,
each, the others twin,
joined by thought...
as it ought to be.
Lovely to see you posting again Sally - another excellent write. Imagination is the writer's tool.
How are you, Val? Thanks for your comment.They are always received with gratitude.My best wishes to you. Sally
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thinking alike down the road of compatibility, imagination without it John Lennon would not have wrote that luvli song, thanks for another great one...regards Sally
Thanks for getting in touch... much appreciated. All my best wishes to you. Sally.