True life considers more than the vessel it resides in.
Sincere music’s insights are unlimited to the ears.
Authentic art faults never to its boundless perspectives.
Intuitive photography narrates beyond its frames.
Empathetic poetry humbles every language comprehensible.
True media is commissioned by the intangible.
Thursday 6 June 2024
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Compared to me and my imagination,
You can't imagine at all.
If our imaginations were a height competition,
Yours would be short and mine would be tall.
You could never imagine the crazy things that I think all day,
Your imagination is a parasite that mine would sweep away.
If I tried to explain to you my imagination and all it's complex bends,
Your tiny imagination couldn't even begin to comprehend.
My imagination is a twisting turning maze within my mind.
I have found the navigation within it,
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The infinite possibilities
Driver of the world
crushed through school
Lacking in the modern world
The course we follow
Infinite as a child
Finite as an adult
Growing and shrinking
Never one to stay the same
......
There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
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Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
The infinite possibilities
Driver of the world
crushed through school
Lacking in the modern world
The course we follow
Infinite as a child
Finite as an adult
Growing and shrinking
Never one to stay the same
......
True life considers more than the vessel it resides in.
Sincere music’s insights are unlimited to the ears.
Authentic art faults never to its boundless perspectives.
Intuitive photography narrates beyond its frames.
Empathetic poetry humbles every language comprehensible.
True media is commissioned by the intangible.
Thursday 6 June 2024
......
This poem was inspired by scots poems and is about inspiration that can be found in nature. I saw a visitor's book from Corrour Bothy from the 1930s which was the catalyst of inspiration for this poem.
Some translations for non-scots understanding readers:
Bothy - small remote shelter for hillwalkers
Braw - if something is braw it is good
Bonnie - pretty
Baltic - freezing
Dreich - dull
Drookit - drenches
Burn - small river
......
Gratitude knots in my throat.
I am surrounded by the bounty of her sacrifices, yet I let it slip through my fingers.
My heart aches with the weight of her expectations, each one a burden I fail to shoulder.
I am the idle child in the garden of plenty, the squanderer of every gift bestowed upon me.
There will come a day when the last original idea is birthed
An immaculate conception
Unlike so many others in it’s time
It is a beautiful thing that needs space to grow
And it sings like no bird before it
......