Decisions of the imaginative sees

The white sprayed surge,
of distant lapping waves,
the wind, breezing
a stalking, feisty tiger,
following behind the ears,
bristling ideas
as contrasting as stripes.

This sense is perhaps
akin to a crystal lain
just under a water’s surface;
in the imagination,
a towering subterranean
mountain reflection,
beyond range of any
obtainable depth, of which
the visible glint is but the
uncovered snow tip.

You know the rest is there,
unseen, unbelievable or not.

It can give a certainty inside,
that transports you away
to gulls flown by tidal breezes
way, way out to frozen ice sea,
where they pick up icicles
in their beaks to fly south.

And simultaneously leave you
cast ashore with the bends of life
to adjust back to, thawing
water running from cupped hands.

Whether it is quite drinkable
is entirely up to yourself.

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One thought on “Decisions of the imaginative sees

  1. nectarfizz says:

    I love the way your mind works. That first stanza is my favorite.
    “a stalking, feisty tiger,
    following behind the ears,
    bristling ideas
    as contrasting as stripes.”

    It’s so lovely to travel the pathways of your thoughts sometimes. Sometimes I am just in awe of the way you turn thoughts into poetry so cleverly that I feel slightly transformed at the end of reading.

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