The mystery of imagination and the creativity inside the head




RETURN TO PARADISE?



If I went into a field
And layed upon the grass
As the mizzle wets the leaves
My face and my bare hands,
Soaking right through my clothes,
Slowly chilling my trembling bones,
Where would be my dreaming?
What would be the purpose?
If instead it was a beach
Beneath a torrid sun
And it was gentle waves
That washed tiny white

Sea shells all about
Dragging them past my feet
Into a blue blue sea
And you were there with me
Would the warmth manifest
A tremble in my aching heart;
Would love be inflated again
Such that I could never leave

That paradise on the Earth?
Would that rebirth the past?


Would that have a purpose?
Could that be the answer?

Can the past be recontrived?
Memories be brought back to life?
Or are they gone, dead and buried?

Only to be dreamed inside my head?

 

 

 

© Griffonner 2025

 





Poetry by Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2025-12-04 at 16:38

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yes I try to rejoice when I can lay upon wet grass, I think your poems convey well the feelings of the muzzle passing through the body
thank you
2025-12-10


Melinda K Zarate The PoetBay support member heart!
Allen,

Your poem made me think of vivid memories I hold dear of times with loved ones now passed on - memories so vivid that closing my eyes transports me there, in that spot, in that moment. “i carry your heart with me” ~ e.e. cummings

In those moments, they live.

Your poem seemed more focused on lost love but, as is the case for me at least, I took your words and put myself in them.

Thank you.

Sincerely,
Melinda
2025-12-04


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
You'll have to let me know. My past is so deeply entombed that I cannot recall it.
2025-12-04