Mermaids of T. S.


If Eliot heard the mermaids sing
then so will I.
Without imagination the mermaids are nothing.
The pain would be numbing,
my heart would ache
without imagination, sound of humming
is nothing.
The greatness of running
on a mind which is cunning,
is knowing the bumblebees bumble
up and down
one a humble note.
No, I cannot picture life without it,
Birds wouldn't chirp
pretty girls wouldn't smirk
and
life wouldn't work.
Imagination is important to me and to all
it leaves pretty girls in awe
and
keeps hummingbirds in joy.
If Eliot heard the mermaids sing
then so will I.

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