Poetry is the food of the soul. It's my greatest contribution to the world and an area I can always grow.
Moments of whimsy, fantasy, and futurism
Where then is now and now is then
Or perhaps “in the moment” suddenly “lived” again”
Conjurations and contemplations
Combined in visionary relations
Sounds, light, and colors captured
Sideways, front ways, and even backwards
Without limitation; ceilings shattered
Amazing skills suddenly mastered
Pages open to another chapter
A daring escape from evil captors
A pirate at sea on a sailing vessel
Driving fast, foot stomped on the pedal
At the crossroads; a deal with the Devil
Your personal playing field finally levelled
In this world, you’re always sure
As you’re stepping through the aperture
You get to open any door
Are you the driver or the passenger?
A skateboarder or transformer
Seeing through a telescope or microscope?
Formal wedding or will you elope?
Memories of skipping rope
When you went out hunting antelope
Carving snow on a mountain slope
Dressed in white with a stethoscope
In dream world you’ll soon find
That fact’s from life are intertwined
Amazing enhancements then combined
There are no rules, “bear in mind”
Constantly building without design
Just go to sleep and become divine
The aperture is just a portal
Always in the winner’s circle
Maybe star in some commercial
You’ll be dressed in royal purple
Take the journey; become immortal…
Ann Carr from SW England on November 11, 2017:
I love this - the aperture of imagination. It's true, we can go anywhere we want as long as we have enough in our mind's eye. Then inspiration gives us so much to write about.
Demas W Jasper from Today's America and The World Beyond on September 10, 2017:
Flights of fancy and fantasy, we can contemplate those also as you have done here.
Gypsy Rose Lee from Daytona Beach, Florida on September 03, 2017:
Oh, I really enjoyed this fascinating and imaginative poetic journey.
threekeys on September 01, 2017:
Your imagination is your freedom.
Yes, poetry is food for the soul.
Wonderful read, Ralph.
All the best to you and your loved ones.
Phyllis Doyle Burns from High desert of Nevada. on September 01, 2017:
Ah! The imagination is unlimited and takes us away to wherever we want or need to be at any given moment. I love this poem, Ralph. I agree: Poetry is food for the soul.