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The Power of Imagination
I'm struggling to keep up with the pace
How I wished this was not the case
It feels like I'm in a grueling race
As my imagination gives chase
Occasionally I have lost my way and run aground
But got lucky, missed the rocks, only to hit sandbanks
There was no chance they would become my burial mound
I was saved by a vision, coming to my rescue, and said prayers of thanks
I often cheered out loud and punched the air
When inside my head, the desired words would resound
To be sure, I always kept a pencil and paper near my armchair
My target was in plain sight, and I write words that make me proud
Footnote:
I think it may be obvious that this poem reflects my commitment level to this challenge. I had dropped behind and thought I'd never catch up, and now I'm less than a week behind my schedule. But what makes me proud is that in the main, I've kept to my standards, with no shortcuts or excessive use of my favored acrostics.
