We look for them
Everywhere we walk
Everywhere we look
So strong is their pull
The ancients made them goddesses
Controlling our thoughts
Our actions
Not our own
One morning
Waking to the debris
Of imagination
Efforts of epic strength
Strewn about
Like butterflies
Or hummingbirds
Here and gone
NO MORE!
No more of this
Worthless endeavor.
A new morning dawns
And we step
Into that path
Of imagination
Hypnotized
Once again
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I like the poem, and the photo. It’s a sad moment for the world, thanks for inviting us to step into the path of imagination. A refuge.
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Thank you Alessandra. It is sad these wars (all of them). Devastating lives with no regard to long term consequence.
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Beautiful reminder of your what’s always available to be seen even when our human world seize to make sense.
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