Fun with the mind's eye or just pure madness.



She is our muse,

Lights a fuse,

Tells a story you can’t refuse,

Fiction is as real as truth.


Can’t shake her loose,

Escape the noose,

Too much coffee, maybe booze,

Catching the clouds of youth.


In the shower, among the trees, stories are what we see,

Faces on Mars, gods in the stars,

Mythos from deep or far,

Pareidolia drives imagination’s car.

Submitted: December 03, 2021

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The human propensity to make meaningful pictures out of randomness. Worth a poem, I think: such a litmus test for our deepest yearnings.

Fri, December 3rd, 2021 3:55pm


That, or we are all just crazy!

Sun, February 26th, 2023 11:24am


Good Job

Tue, June 21st, 2022 1:16am

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