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Made for Imagery
by Alison McKenzieI am a dreamer,
For I’d rather that,
Most days,
Than the dull trudge through
Responsibility’s trenches.
In which case,
Reality is subjective,
But also influenced by
Personal desire
Which I recruit into being.
Sure, I could take into account
Only that data which appears
On the instrument panels,
The eyes and the ears,
The nose and tongue -
But these hands -
The magic of vibration
Causing sensations of divine origin,
The data not recordable
By any instrument known
To present methods.
And so I live in magic,
Fueled by the waves
Found in a brain made for imagery,
And a soul made for flying.
Sure, living forces me
To step through the data,
Sifting by choice
The reality I embrace,
The sensations of love,
Joy in the giggling of my grandson,
Glory of a sunrise,
Ecstasy in the roar of the tides,
Peace in the wind’s caress,
The sharp intake of my breath
As I experience the energy
Of a truly intimate moment.
And if embracing those moments
Makes me a dreamer,
Then kindness would be
Leaving my heart in the clouds,
And my head bent toward my notebook
Where I can write it all down.
09/06/2009 Posted on 09/06/2009
Copyright © 2025 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Clara Mae Gregory on 09/06/09 at 02:44 PM ....and so I LIVE in MAGIC....wow, Ali, this poem is definately one I can relate to,and I am sure others too. I understand this, and as usual, you have expressed it well and captured it on paper, just as the last line conveys. ~hugs and good wishes within a magical reality embracing those beautiful moments, while suppressing the rest. |
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