Her hair is iridescent blue.
Her mind is God-knows-where.
The air she breathes is truly true
As if she wasn’t there.
We talk about philosophy.
She won’t admit she’s wrong.
So long with rationality.
Be obstinately strong.
The monsters deep beneath my bed
Are fearful of her sight
As might the monsters overhead
When she turns out their light.
I trust she’ll always have my back.
She won’t lead me astray.
She stays my mind when doubts attack
And shadows come to play.
Text: Linked to dVerse Meeting the Bar. I am hosting and the theme will be odes, poems of praise–praising whatever, any or no form.
Photos: “Only Shadows” by the author.
Beautiful imagery. Awesome verses. ❤️
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Thank you, Anita! I’m glad you enjoyed it!
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This is a really amazing poem, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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nice. really liked this
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Thank you! I am glad you liked this!
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That’s pretty cool – I liked that
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Thanks, Dan! I saw someone yesterday with her hair dyed an iridescent blue and my imagination took it from there.
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I like how you share with us something so personal. Love the sound of truly true and your final line that exposes artists – and everyone else 🙂
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I suppose it is personal, especially calling her an “imaginary friend”. She could be a “muse” which might even be worse depending on who is reading it. Thanks, Victoria!
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I think anyone would think it’s lovely!
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The last stanza (is that the right term?) is my favorite. A great prompt!
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Yes, that would be a “stanza” since the poem is written in a kind of common meter. The first three stanzas were playfully making fun of her. I knew that wasn’t the way I wanted to end this. I only figured out what the last stanza would be this morning after waking up. This is an “ode”–I needed to praise her as well. I am glad you liked that last stanza the best. So did I.
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Thanks Frank. I was just watching a vlog this morning about the value of letting the writing (and the writer) rest. True sign of a good craft!
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I would love to meet your imaginary friend, who is steady and faithful ~ I have seen ladies color their hair from blue to pink and I think its fun to experiment ~
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I don’t know the girl I saw yesterday with the iridescent blue hair either. Her hair stood out initially as odd and then not so odd. Imaginary friends, even when they are annoying, I trust are steady and faithful. Thanks, Grace!
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“and shadows come to play” love that!
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Thank you, Amy!
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This is a lovely tribute. To much and many things. (K)
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Thank you!
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Smiling I am………..oh I remember the fear of monsters beneath my bed. Who better than an imaginary friend to chase them away —- even if they are only dust balls 🙂
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As long as those imaginary friends are effective and since most of us are still around after those childhood monsters, they did a good job. Thanks, Lillian!
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Super poem Frank! Although this reads as if it is someone’s parent as well, at least my parents. I think of Radar in MASH talking about his imaginary friend and this poem makes me smile. It would be great if all friends were truly this truly true.
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Because of the monsters I was thinking of this as a child’s poem, but then it could be anyone. I don’t remember Radar, but I can imagine those were amusing episodes of MASH. Thanks, Toni!
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This sounds like only a mother can be… (or once was) … would love somebody to take me through the night.
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That imaginary friend would be like a mother and perhaps the child would imagine the friend based on her. Thanks, Bjorn!
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Wonderful, Frank. I used to have an imaginary friend – sometimes I think I still do! I love that you and your imaginary friend talk about philosophy, and that she frightens the monsters away.
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I talk to myself enough that I should have a few imaginary friends although I keep coming up with philosophic doubts about their existence. Thanks, Kim!
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Oh my gosh, Frank! I LOVE LOVE LOVE this poem!!!
Every word, but especially what you did in the second line (and her blue hair).
Gorgeous poem.
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I actually saw someone yesterday with blue hair. I am glad you liked this, Shawna!
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I really like your second verse. It has an inherent sincerity and sweetness.
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I am glad you liked it. I was aiming for a sincere childhood innocence in approaching this imaginary friend. Thank you, Adriana!
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An ode to a true friend. Nice poem, Frank 🙂
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Thank you, Jane!
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🙂
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How delightful. She’s got your back.
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That’s always nice. Hopefully I would have her back as well. Thank you, Alison!
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OK–down the queue am I, a little late in price of your wonderful ode. You make rhymes work so well. Most of the time I feel clunky using them. My imaginary friends are spirit guides. I tok to them during all the adverse struggles I have daily, and at night before slumber, and greet them at the break of day.
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Calling them “spirit guides” works for me as well. That is what they are. At break of day I hear them most clearly. Thank you, Glenn!
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Damn, typos are us–in “praise” not price & I “talk” to them not tok; smile.
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I understood, typos and all. 🙂
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The photo looks so much like the blue -haired imagry that you roll out with your words! I really enjoyed reading your comment above telling how the poem started – funny the things that kick off the muse. You do form so very, very well, Frank!
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Now that you mention it, that shadow does look like blue hair. Good point! I wasn’t sure what to use as an illustration and that shadow popped up. And then I had to use “shadow” in the poem to tie everything together. I am glad you like the form, Jilly!
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What a sweet, comforting ‘friend’.
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Yes, I do imagine her being comforting. Thank you, Candy!
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What a pleasing, fun read! Sometimes “found” imaginary friends (seen on the street, in a store, etc.) are the best kind to write about. So less likely to find you out and give you a slap… or a kiss. An admirable ode.
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She was too far away in distance and, I suspect, age, but I could not forget that hair. (I hope I wasn’t imagining it. 🙂 ) They are sort of “found” or “popping out of nowhere”. Thanks, Charley!
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You are welcome.
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Ha! I love your dark muse. Keeps you in line, does she?
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Those dark muses do keep one in line. Thank you, Judy!
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Thank you for hosting MTB at dVerse; I haven’t been able to participate for a long time. I enjoyed the surprising subject of your ode very much!
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I am glad you found her surprising. Hopefully you will get a chance to link more poems here. Thank you, Anna!
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At Age 3 i imagined i might one day have words
before i stARTed Speaking words at 4 Evolving..
At age 42 i imagined i might one day have words
aN inNer voice at 53.. 11 years or so later then too
iT HapPens.
And NoW at
57
i don’t
mind saying
Words aren’t
only imaginary
truly they are Friends now
that and who never go away..
SMiLes Frank A Wonderful World
oF Words to you for Weekend Fun too..
for NoW agaiN i disCard Words As DancE coMeS AGAiN
evoLving
hiGhest oF aLL
ReaL iNcarNate DanCinG OnE..;)
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There is something amazing about words–and dance. When they are literal, trapped in a book or computer memory, they fall apart or sleep. When they link communities of human beings, they are faithful imaginary friends. Happy dancing, Fred!
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SMiLes2.. Word SHells
Without Feelings
Science Abstracts
Without Emotions
Are a little
like
Religions
With No LiFe
LiGHT State
And
Church
included my Friend..
And sure Sports but if that
were the case no one would p(L)ay..
in other
words
Difference is Key..
And God is a Piano i Love
PLaYinG Ebony and Ivory FLats and SHarps
true it all
coMes
out iN
DancE
SonG
A Cosmic
Wash Rinse
Dry and Do iT aGaiN..
But True we are alWays iT..
VeRiLY God iS A WatcHinG MatCHinG..;)
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I agree: science without emotions is like religion without life. I am glad you are dancing, Fred!
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Thanks Frank
Hope you enjoy
The rest
Of the
Weekend..:)
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kaykuala
She stays my mind when doubts attack
And shadows come to play.
How nice to feel so protected. It boosts the confidence truly!
Hank
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Even though we argue about philosophy, she always has my back. Thanks, Hank!
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I think we all have imaginary friends that have no name at all, aside from muses or angels or anything spiritual. We create who we want, our ideal companion. And they don’t admit they are wrong all the time. What kind of relationship would that be? I love that you rhyme most of the time. I can sometimes.
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I agree that we all have imaginary friends. We consider different sides of issues and make choices and sometimes it is hard to tell where the insights come from or the next word we speak or write. I am glad you enjoy the rhyme. Rhyme and meter help the sound. The most important part is what is being said which can be done even in prose. Thanks, Mary!
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True that shadows come into play from time to time…it would be nice to have that imaginary protective friend..or angel on one’s shoulder.
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I suspect they are always there. Thank you, Kathy!
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great imagination Frank – beautiful friend – I especially like how she never admits she’s wrong
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That’s one of her good points. Thank you, Laura!
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I thought this poem was funny but not in a mean way. I have had my hair every color of the rainbow at some point, now I have exhausted the novelty of it. I especially liked that she scared the monsters!
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It was meant to be humorous as are many of my poems. It could almost be considered a poem for children with the imaginary friend standing in for the mother. I am glad I saw that girl with blue hair a couple days ago. I would never have thought of that part without her. I have seen orange and bright red hair, but that shiny blue was a new one for me. I am glad to hear you have also dyed your hair in these fabulous colors although I can see how the novelty could wear off.
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This is awesome, Frank! I love the imagery.
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Thank you, Eugenia!
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Lovely verses, Frank. I could use an imaginary friend like that!
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Me, too! I am glad you liked them, Frank!
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She stays my mind.. is my favorite phrase though i love all of the poem
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The mind sometimes needs help when shadows appear. Thank you! I am glad you liked the poem.
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I love the poem Frank. It took me back to when my daughter had an imaginary friend. A nice write.
Pat
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Thank you, Pat!
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I guess all of us have an imaginary friend we speak to, to seek validation. Beautifully expressed!
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Sometimes we pretend we don’t by saying we are talking to ourselves. What surprises me is when I hear myself (or my imaginary friend, or muse) saying something I don’t think could have come from me. Thank you, Reena!
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Maybe you find this interesting http://reinventions.in/?p=2102
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I love this, Frank. The rhymes are so playful, and I love the phrase, ‘she stays my mind.’
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She keeps me (hopefully) from going over the deep end. Thank you, Sara!
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Beautiful.
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Thank you, Imelda!
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Beautiful! Life throws a test whenever we go looking for real friends. However, most of the times that real friends are not to be looked for, rather, they are the ones who we stumble upon just by chance. As a matter of fact these chances are what make life so beautiful and all the memories with friends all the more special. Please check out this post about the surprises that life’s unpredictability throws at us as a testament to its beauty: https://columntribe.wordpress.com/2017/10/23/a-break-from-everyday/
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Thank you!
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