Live Imagery Poem by Obinna Kenechukwu Eruchie
Live Imagery
My fancied escape on a time lone,
When the wind has refrained from its moan
To become at night, the sleepy drone.
Mind's ranging eye comes on like a phone
Transmission, or a silver beamed cone.
Live imagery on brain's screen is thrown
Like Safari full of wildness known,
Where limbs and wings all in splendour shown;
Figures playing in brightness I tone
Up in thought, which to delight is prone;
In me how passion cloud-high has grown,
The air-immense thrill it invites blown
To the pinnacle, the mount does own.
The exotics to treasure are sown
As pearls of peace in me to be flown;
Hunting I 'am in fantasy's zone
Of scenes wild, which beam beauty I hone
As words penned like a polished-prized stone.
it's ok to me it sound's like a chicken that was tap dancing to you're keybord sorry it's just the truth.
poetry is sculpture in verse....we have to know what to throw out and what to keep...so that what remains is all that we need....
Nice rhyming and reflection of creativity. Very good metaphors and imageries.
good poem indeed! ! ! plz comment on (my paradize) after sir.Ronald Peat) revised it..
Great poem, with an interesting, single rhyme scheme. I wonder how you must have felt when you wrote this...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Antwathreo Leopold (10/19/2009 8: 25: 00 AM) it seems that the construction of this work is very familar...the whole piece dictated by a single rhyme scheme....?