Just Imagine

“The world of imagination is the world of eternity.” William Blake

First, I frowned. Then I began to think about it and let the walls of “get real” crumble. “Just imagine.”

It is a known phenomenon that science fiction is about impossibilities, but then those impossibilities become real. Science fiction writers follow the trajectory of events and carry it beyond today into their imagined future. When I was in graduate school a computer took up two floors of a university building. We laughed about the possibilities of having a computer in our office and another in our home. It never occurred to any of us that we might have a computer in our car, around our wrist, or in our shirt pocket …. And several at home! Just imagine.

But eternity? What did Blake mean “the world of imagination is the world of eternity?” I’m still pondering that statement. But I’m not dismissing it. Einstein implied something similar when he stated that imagination was more important than any skill or ability. John Lennon sang about our world and humanity and imagining what is possible. Imagine peace.

Perhaps we need to write more from our imagination. I’ve been having fun lately writing preposterous poems while thinking about the importance and power of imagination. As I continue these wonderings and wanderings and cope with the ups and downs of life, I try not to despair. I imagine. Poetry can help us go beyond sadness, grief, and cynicism, and imagine what is possible.

“Imagination is not a state: it is human existence itself.” William Blake

While you think about that possibility — listen to John Lennon: Imagine.

I invite you – a terrific way to open our hearts and minds to possibilities —

Take a Poem

It’s yours.

Choose one that cracks
Your heart open,
Or one that tickles your brain,
Or says — imagine!

Take a poem.

I’ve been imagining and writing preposterous poems. Try this one … and imagine!

Preposterous Light

Star light

Star bright

What we see tonight

perhaps

is no longer there.

What is there,

quite possibly,

we cannot yet see.

This might seem preposterous …