Treasure Island

Sally Plumb Plumb

(23 9 1940 / Haverhill Suffolk England)

Imagination


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.

Submitted: Tuesday, March 05, 2013

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  • Ken E Hall (3/9/2013 11:48:00 PM)

    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 (Report) Reply

  • Valerie Dohren (3/5/2013 10:12:00 AM)

    Lovely to see you posting again Sally - another excellent write. Imagination is the writer's tool. (Report) Reply

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