My Practicality
My practicality is a pesky little imp.
Like a gremlin sabotaging my
Creativity.
My creativity rests in the bosom
Of Mystery;
And this fair lady–she always beckons.
She pleads with me to embrace her,
Ungrip the secure and chase her.
And I start to run–
But I find myself tethered.
Held back by the comfortable–
By the endless warnings that
She is nonsense–
My wingspan is only to be so wide…
My practicality speaks these lies!
It tells me anything beyond reason is
Unwise,
And I wrestle with this pesky little imp;
Who seeks to slow my Mystery!
I am determined to trudge toward the secret fringe,
Spread my wings unclipped to their fullest,
And be free.
Comment by Gary Clark on 11 June 2016:
Take the key from under the pillow……….
Comment by Josh Clark on 21 June 2016:
Indeed…
Comment by Nancy Belle on 1 October 2016:
Much Enjoyed!