Images, Images, Images - Poem by Sylvia Chidi
How does one manage with all these vivid images?
Rewind those images in bed and look at each footage
Stretch out your hands and touch your stage
Stretch out your hands and catch your age
Sense, touch, feel, listen to those images
And your life will never be imprisoned in a cage
With these visionary objects we must engage
Are you feeling happy or enraged?
What thoughts do you have today on your page?
Who is on dancing on your stage?
Who do you intend to upstage?
Is your date from the stone age?
And who have you left behind backstage?
All these in your head are images
That die or eventually come of age
Some images will mature with marriage
While other images could make FrontPage
Some images are on a destructive rampage
Are you obsessed with self-image?
Visualising for a better sexy cleavage
Is it a disadvantage or an advantage?
In your head do images stay on permanent blockage?
With images there is never an amount of shortage
Do you wish to retire to a nice Cottage?
With the right amount of dosage
Images can cause pain and mental damage
Images can hold you and your world hostage
Images can host luggage's of baggage
Images can give you purpose and courage
And you will never learn about that in College
Sometimes there is a percentage of wrong usage
And there is always the chance of a repackage
With images we can envisage
With images we can discourage
And that is something we must acknowledge
Great images are the work of a fine mind
That is extremely rare to find
Picture yourself beautifully aged
Picture yourself in a diabolical outrage
Picture yourself on a low income wage
We are all born into a media image age
And Image after image we slowly disengage
At some point images come to life
Images are the reason we strive for life
Copyright 2018 Sylvia Lovina Chidi
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