Boxes full of joy and laughter.
Clouds ready to burst,
rain happiness upon the earth.
See-through containers
brimming with peace.
Seed catalogues with special sales:
flowers that bloom understanding,
guaranteed to produce gargantuous yields.
Imagine with me, all these possibilities.
Which would you choose?
Written for Quadrille Monday at dVerse, the virtual pub for poets around the globe. Today I’m hosting, asking folks to include the word “imagine” in their poem of exactly 44 words, sans title.
Image created at Bing Create.
lillian the home poet 
I have not even started to think about planting anything yet… but it would be great to start.
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Living on the 7th floor of a high rise in the city, I miss our Iowa gardens!
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Boxes filled with joy and laughter – Love it. Plus, peace and understanding. Also, love the AI imagery (you are getting better at it).
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Thanks, Grace. It is fun to work with the AI tool. So glad Bjorn introduced me to it!
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I used to love looking through seed catalogues with my grandfather – he let me choose, and I’m looking forward to sowing wild flowers in my garden. I love the words sounds in this line:
‘flowers that bloom understanding,
guaranteed to produce gargantuous yields.’
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Thank you, Kim. Gardening is one thing I miss about our Iowa days. Living on the 7th floor of a high rise in Boston precludes that….but I do always buy at least three flowering plants to put on our balcony.
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That’s one of the reasons moving will be difficult, losing our wonderful garden.
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i can picture spending hours in such a beautiful place.
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Would it could be so, my friend!
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Yes indeed i can plants those seeds of imagination with you. Thanks for dropppinh by my blog
Much♡love
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Thank you, Gillena! I do think planting a garden with you would be much fun! I suspect we’d be chatting so much, we might not get too much done in a day 🙂
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I need some new boxes and containers.🙏🏻❤️
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Yep….these kinds of containers and boxes would be lovely, wouldn’t they?
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Exuberant optimism spills from this poem.
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Happy to cause a spill here 🙂
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That would be a utopia like no other! I love all the choices you present for hope and peace! Well done, Lillian.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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You are welcome.
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All! All of these! What a lovely uplifting verse, Lillian. Staying in a high rise does rob us the pleasure of gardening. Incidentally, I too live on the seventh floor.
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Wouldn’t it be wonderful if all of that happened naturally, and we didn’t have to wish for it?
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Yes I can picture it…. you spread a lovely piece of your imagination 😊
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A wonderful, hopeful, poem, Lillian. 🙂
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Beautiful poem, Lillian!
I absolutely love the line “See-through containers brimming with peace.”
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I’d choose them all–if only, Lillian! 💙
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Lillian, I feel like you’ve invited me to envision a future filled with joy, laughter, and abundant blessings! ❤
~David
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I’m greedy and want it all! But mostly I’m ready to see things to grow, “flowers that bloom understanding,/guaranteed to produce gargantuous yields”!! Love the exuberance of this poem, Lill.
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I want those “See-through containers
brimming with peace” and I want them now!
Your poem is so light and colorful.
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Oh Lillian this is so lovely. Let that rain fall often!
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Peace blooming far and wide. Thanks for sharing your positive vision.
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I’m going to be greedy and imagine all of it, Lillian!
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I’ll take the see-through containers, and imagine what I might put inside.
Great poem, Lillian!
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Inspiring stuff Lillian
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