Mermaids of T.S.
If Eliot heard the mermaids sing
then so will I.
Without imagination the mermaids are nothing.
The pain would be numbing,
my heart would ache
without imagination, sound of humming
is nothing.
The greatness of running
on a mind which is cunning,
is knowing the bumblebees bumble
up and down
one a humble note.
No, I cannot picture life without it,
Birds wouldn't chirp
pretty girls wouldn't smirk
and
life wouldn't work.
Imagination is important to me and to all
it leaves pretty girls in awe
and
keeps hummingbirds in joy.
If Eliot heard the mermaids sing
then so will I.
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Onyxrose
I really liked this!
It coicides with the object I chose for my All I Need Poem, and I agree, without imagination life would be nothing.
Art makes life beautiful, without imagination there would be no art, and there's no beauty in that. :]
~R.W
Woodburn21
This poem breathes anxiously in a time where the imagination is something that is not nurtured nor deemed as important.
We're so focused on the tangible rather than the visceral that we deplete our imagination and we become creative-less beings.
Your wording is beautiful. I love the lines of hearing the mermaids sing. It's vibrant!
Favorite portion:
"The greatness of running
on a mind which is cunning,
is knowing the bumblebees bumble
up and down
one a humble note. "
joyful12321
This is awesome!