Through imagination,
We are given wings;
Imagination, too, will clip them -
Breathe the fires of impossibility,
Strike with the serpent's speed;
Forget the root where problems stem,
Ignore your wounds that bleed.
Author's note: I have quite a few smaller poems lined up for the next few posts! Might combine some of the shortest ones into a single post, but don't know for sure yet. Do you have any preferences on that? Would you rather see the short ones posted normally and as separate poems, or combined?
Ahhh Eve, this is so pretty! The fourth and fifth lines are my favorite <3 and omg that picture.
ReplyDeleteI think I'd rather see all the short ones separately, or maybe two per post? That way it's easier to read.
Ellie | On the Other Side of Reality
Those are by far my favorites as well. :) Isn't the picture just gorgeous?? It's beautiful, and fitting in a way I didn't expect.
DeleteAlrighty, thanks for your thoughts on that, Ellie! Maybe what I'll do is only combine the extremely short (2-3 liners, etc.) ones.
Thanks so much, as always! :D
Oooo, I love imaginative pieces. :) As for posting, I don't really have a preference. ^^
ReplyDeleteThey are the best! :) Alright, thanks for letting me know. Appreciate it, Faith!
DeleteNope. No preferences. I'm just glad to sit back and enjoy reading them. You have serious talent. :)
ReplyDeleteAw thank you, Rebekah! Thanks for your thoughts on that, and for your sweet words! :)
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