what imagination is for
stark blank canvas a riot of color and shape
tangled vines and shrubs a hidden oasis
urban backyard patio the warm sands of a tropical beach
rush hour traffic jam the tossed sheets of a warm bed beside a lover while
inventing gods
Trish – What a great job of trying to pin down imagination. That last line sings!
I especially like the way “rush hour traffic jam the tossed sheets of a warm bed beside a lover” transforms “rush hour.”
I like the way your free form expresses the jumble-tumble aspect of the imagination