Imagination
Calling Me
I saw something in the woods today
some movement caught my eye
The sun cascaded through the leaves
casting shadows from the sky
It danced and spun in circles
nearly made its getaway
Feeling I was immortal
caught up in its flow and sway
It called to me, upon the breeze
it seemed to know my name
It echoed through the dappled trees
inviting me to play a game
Familiar somehow, was it’s voice
needing no interpretation
Leaving me with no other choice
but answer, my imagination
It had been some time since I’d heard it
I thought it was lost, long ago
But hearing it now, makes me feel complete
please excuse me…..I really must go
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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Beat The Odds
it’s you and it’s me each time that we meet in this life and the next no one else can pass the test time and time - it’s been you fate has led me to you are the one made for me we’ll have to wait and see the plan that is on tap for us I won’t make any fuss as long as I end up in your arms this life has no way to harm so, if you go on to rest I will let fate do its best and wait till I have you back here Cuz I love you, my dear
By Kelli Sheckler-Amsden3 years ago in Poets
The Path to Salvation
The late autumn evening air filled the monk's lungs, but it wasn't the season that chilled his bones. The heavy-handed presence of evil he had sensed upon entering the woods surrounding this mountain village had not bothered to conceal itself from him.
By Made in DNAa day ago in Fiction
Comments (4)
you have a nice work , I want to learn from you this talent
Wonderful, inspiring flights of imagination!
Oh I wish I can experience something like this! Such a beautiful poem!
You create such fantastic imagery with your poems :)