Twice Stirred.
Suspended at doors of rigid, well-defined
thought ineptly hangs Whimsey,
which poets unlatch to employ Muse-flight
in releasing imprisoned minds.
Scribes like to delight in beguiling imagery
not caring where reality ends
and fancy begins as wonder sews gossamer
alongside truth, awe takes music
as canvas and paints make-believe dreams
from its surges of beauty,
pen catches sunset in assonance and invests
raindrops with sparkling gems.
Writers see colour in extra dimensions that
sings of excitement for romantics
who cling to the ethereal give idealized zeal
from their lateral view with
passion\'s inventions which win reader-fame
so Utopia being twice stirred
seems authentic and Eden itself no illusion.