Forest Of Imagination

Here we are defenceless,

Nothing stands between us,

And all which roam out here

So what can we use,

To protect ourselves,

From the onslaught,

Of watching eyes?

We have the branches,

Shaped like swords and spears

The leaves can be our shields

We can take cover under the trees

They fly, but we can run,

And the winds blow,

In our favor

The sun will slow them,

Causing them to lose precious steps

Use what we have,

And living to tell another tale,

Isn’t so very far-fetched

The forest holds secrets,

Holds the key,

To the secret place,

Where our imagination,

Can be freed,

And we’ll run,

From all the invisible,

From all the dangers,

Our wild and childlike minds,

Can come up with

For out here,

Deep in the woods,

The only real fears,

Are the ones we create,

In our own imaginations

© Dicky J Loweman 2015


Old piece of paper

Seen in the typeroll

May just be words, alone to you

But, to me

They are so much more

They tell of good times

They tell of the bad

Of days and nights

Long ago, but also not far away

They speak of truths I can’t say

And spill out imagination

I otherwise wouldn’t have

Just a piece of old paper, to you

The whole world to me

© Dicky J Loweman 2015