Imagination
For Ellie Hoovs' Unofficial Wonderland Poetry Prompts Challenge
By Rachel DeemingPublished 8 months ago โข 1 min read
Photo by Charlota Blunarova on Unsplash
It is my greatest gift;
The ability to take what I know
And what I don't know
And drift with it.
Pictures form and they are all my own.
Writing helps me share,
But sometimes, I wish you could just directly dip
Into the technicolour visuals of my mind
And share with me what we see there
Simultaneously
Like a theme park ride.
It is a mash-up!
A collage of everything!
Speculated and experienced:
People viewed, people yet to see.
Places glimpsed, places tramped.
Emotions felt, emotions rejected.
And unexpectedly
You'll see yourself there, reader
For sure:
As you are just as much a figment of my imagination
As you are real.

Comments (11)
You hear a shaky sigh on an unseen wind from some ethereal portal at the angles where the walls meet: "Wellllll-wroughhhht!" Is it but a figment of your imagination or the ghost of some other writer?!
This is lovely about imagination. Did you turn comments for Unbirthday off?
I love this, Rachel! Those first four lines resonated so strongly! The magic is in the drifting!
Yep, Iโm definitely thereโฆ crazy as always ๐.
As I have long loved to remark, "Me? I'm not real. I'm just a figment of your imagination. Good grief, do you have a lousy imagination! Seriously, this is all the better you can do????" Yeah, you probably already read that from me since I included it as one of my greeting tattables.
All this time Iโve been a chimera, a figment, an illusion, minding my own business, believing wholeheartedly that I am the center of my world when in fact I existed on the periphery of yours?!! Suddenly I feel as mad as a hatter or as the Cheshire Cat!
Those last lines are so true. Your wonderful imagination on display!
Oh that mind collage - I do often wish people could see inside my brain and know me better that way.
No I'm not real ๐๐๐ Loved your poem!
This made me smile. Connection. Mirrors of Ourselves. Everyone an individual, but every individual merging as one. Our imaginations create separate connected realities. A great poem, Rachel. โก๐Bill โก
We all need imagination and you have a wonderful one Rachel ๐