Just knowing
Once told
of such a place
If there is
If there isn’t
Doesn’t matter
Much
When
told
Images
can’t help
but
appear
Once
I knew where they went when they disappeared, of such a place, I can’t help
imagining.
Islands off Solitude
6”x 3.5” ballpoint pen
Wow, this is so enigmatic...images disappeared to the island of Solitude...but then together it will be very serious community...not talking images? or making their own story? ...interesting idea to ponder ~ I see on your picture, how they are running away...very cool!
ReplyDeleteThis is generated from a story I have been working on when not caught up or procrastinating, doing other things.. Someday, if I ever finish, it might make more sense☺
DeleteThank you
I could never have been on the Islands of Solitude....because I'm here now off Island...and those who would live would never
ReplyDeleteAll it takes is imagination, and ignoring some realities. My islands consume me. I escape to them often☺
DeleteAh...the elusiveness of the disappeared...but they must be somewhere...
ReplyDeleteand I see them here...through half-closed eyes...
And wherever they are, imagination is the way to view the hidden place.
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