Whims

i’m too old for imaginary
friends
the phantasm companions
that play in corners.

you’re not
imaginary
but may as well
be.

my head is full
of enchanted whimsy
and a warm blue haze.

In a flight of fancy I burned everything.
Gave up the ghost
in smoke and ready breaths.

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9 thoughts on “Whims

  1. Love your poem. I feel like saying the same thing about myself as well: “my head is full
    of enchanted whimsy
    and a warm blue haze”. 🙂 Carry on with your wonderful poems.

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