For an artists last day is to express their piece- to give others a feeling of rejoice whilst they wither away

The Ingenue’s Mind

I am an imaginative dreamer
I wonder what it would be like to visit another world
Transport me to a dimension where they fill my lonesome heart
A dimension captivating my senses through a timeless wave
I hear their language
Their endearing terms roll off their tongues like a river stream
A course of love running through their world
The potion of all our desires it seems
Old lovers reminisce about their love story,
Fondly remembering the taste of each other’s lips in the rain
The land bonds together to hear the couples matinee
I watch the moon glisten in their presence
The stars recall the stories from above
I see the way they live their lives
As if their story had engulfed the universe in unison
As if their story had transpired their aching souls into beautiful sonnets
They are birds, they flock together, they soar the crisp morning sky
“Do you think in another life I could have been a bird?”
A seagull soaring through the air decades ago
To be one with nature, to be flushed with ocean mist
I envy them
Take me to this dimension where lovers don’t wither way
Where their love seizes time and fills our veins
I am an imaginative dreamer

I pretend I’m there, in that world of insurmountable bliss
The warm winds of their world whisper my name begging me to stay
I feel like I am one of them, bathing in these clouds of ecstasy
I touch the land and trees
Their dewy-eyed tears uncovered in the shadows
The close resemblance to poison it may be seen
The ones only to be seen in the depths of your mind
The forest flora calls me as though it’s missing apart of itself
The touch of poison is not always harmful, is it?
I swim in pools of eternal euphoria and melancholy
I worry if I go back to my world this feeling will fade
A high that can only be felt and seen from the psyche I’ve created
I cry because I know it’s withering away
The kneading dough inside stretches
But I am transported to a gauche life
taking the muse away from the painter
the brush away from an artist’s hands
for what would I do, without my muse?
I am an imaginative dreamer

I understand that this is just the imagination of an ingénue
“I’ll make the most of my life,” I say as the world inside my mind dwindles,
I dream one day I’ll live a life outside my mind
Living away from my forgotten land of dreams
I’ll awake to the sea gulls flocking together
I’ll breathe in the crisp morning air from my saltbox house
On an isolated coast I’ve planted myself into the grounds of
I try and try, but my mind always wonders
I hope one day I’ll be rooted in presence
I am an imaginative dreamer

Process

In hopes of connecting with myself I choose to write poetry to observe and understand my feelings and emotions. I hope to connect with those who read my pieces in a way where they understand not only the person I am, but to also help those understand their own feelings and navigate their emotions. I believe that by writing my emotions down through poetry will not only strengthen my own writing but also weave my emotions together in a fluid-cohesive way for readers to enjoy and relate to. I started this poem as an assignment during my sophomore year english class- over two years ago. Since then, i’d always felt the need to revise and fine tune my piece despite already getting a grade. Over the two-year course of adding, removing, and perfecting this piece, i’ve finally been able to showcase it to its excellence. I hope you enjoy!