Imagine . . .
pictures not seen
words not read
voices not heard
skins not touched
. . . now, imagine seeing the future.
Imagine . . .
artists not painting
poets not writing
singers not singing
lovers not embracing
. . . now, imagine seeing the future.
Imagine . . .
a rush of wind coming down
from the mountaintop –
if you listen,
you can foretell the future
. . . now, imagine seeing the future.
Imagine . . .
staring at a canvass
brush in hand
listen to yourself
you will paint the future
. . . now, imagine seeing the future.
Imagine!
— kenne
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The poem was first posted September 13, 2011. — kenne