PLACES — SEPTEMBER 30 WRITING PROMPT
Imagine Nation
An endlessly changing landscape in portrait
There is a land that both exists and doesn’t;
A nation with no borders, wild — filled
With characters mundane and yet, fantastic.
They live — oh, how they live!
But in the dawning light of day, they fade
As steam that rises, vanishing,
Above volcanic depths of morning coffee.
I know they breathe upon the edges —
Vibrant edges — of peripheral memory,
Where they wait for me in dreams.
My favorite place in the whole world is one that, strictly speaking, you can never visit: My imagination.
What if we are all just figments of God’s imagination?
My imagination a melting pot of reality and fantasy; it’s a realm where I get to “play God.” Don’t all writers do that, really? I can visit the worlds I’ve created at any time — the trip costs nothing, not a cent. One minute, here, might be a hundred, there.
The trick is how to share it all with you, Dear Reader. Even if you could join me, the place is different every time. Just by being…
