Darkened cobwebbed dusty corner
spiders luring across their border
Woven web around my brain
pulling me down delusion's drain

Flickering

I can hear the roaring ocean beating with my heart,

I can see the clear water at Lagoon's start,

I can hear the songbird

A Haiku for Imagination

Pictures cascading

Stories flowing from within

Being creative

I ambled Forty Second Street

With no place to go in mind

I'd simply thought to move my feet

And sidewalk they would find

Occasionally

Imagination, is my home

Where I dwell all alone

It is where my mind subsist

It is where I really exist

Where I think