An Exercise of Imagination

I sit in the sunset, straining my imagination-

A prized possession that has waned 

In the summers that bridge my childhood and the present.

The pink-tinged clouds dance about the sky, as I look for shapes.

The depiction I see reveals a piece from inside me, as I long to see more

Than simply white wisps of water on a kaleidoscopic sky.

In the deepest layer of blue, so high in the sky

A masquerading mermaid drifts, swimming in the oceans of heaven.

Above the treetops and where the birds fly

The outline of a dragonfly-shaped cloud is gilded by the sun.

A great sailing ship drifts over a rosy backdrop,

A ship I long to board, as it sails into the nighttime sea of stars.

The diaphanous whips appear as threads, 

Holding together the tapestry of the sky

I reach out to touch it, my hand in the lowest level of atmosphere

And as I stare at the firmament above, I feel myself drift back to the days

When exercising my imagination was synonymous with living.

Reviews

[Emily Rae]

you captured one of the many beauties of childhood in this poem. great creative write