The Land of Invention
Away from Minutiae there lies a lush land
Where souls are a swirling and visions are grand
The details, the loopholes disperse into nothing
What matters is now and what you are becoming
Your vagueries, subtleties, instincts and whims
Take form in ideas, like a synchronised swim
Umbrellas of glee spin like bicycle wheels
As their glittery spokes glimmer back how you feel
It matters not here in which language you speak
For everything that you create is unique
The Land of Invention has just one mandate
There will be no judgement of what you create
The spirit in us is the sum of our fiction
No one can be wrong, no pretentious affliction
Here everything goes, there exists no perfection
Our idiosyncrasies add to expression
Come gather with me my ingenious friends
Being easels and whistles and feathers and pens
The child you once were, the emotions you’ve lived
Bring your struggles, your love, your desire to give
The nuggets of wisdom you hold deep within
Unleash and reshape and put on your own spin
I invite you to join me with blue-sky intention
Come take the next train to The Land of Invention
A poem by Sam Allen (ISB teacher, poetry blogger, and life coach). To read more of her poems, go to her website at http://www.peacockpoetryblog.wordpress.com For a free no obligations 30 minute demo coaching session, please contact her through email at: samanthaallen2007@yahoo.uk
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