Saturday Verse: Atrophied Imagination

Thinking of making this a new weekly thing.  Just posting an old or new poem every Saturday since the goal posts get very little on this day.  Yet, Saturday is a busy day on WordPress from the look of my email. So I’m not even going to schedule these things.  Just wake up and slap one on unless I’m busy.  For the 2’s of people watching, the goal posts will now officially be a Sunday thing.

This one is from February 2013 and a time before I figured out how to add pictures:

Carl Sagan Quote (Supposedly.  Internet isn't always honest.)

Carl Sagan Quote (Supposedly. Internet isn’t always honest.)

Do you remember your power?

The childhood ability

To dream of the impossible

And bring it to life

Friends with no substance

Explanations beyond science

Reality was nothing more than clay

This power was the source of fun

And the push for our ambition

Defiance in the face of adults

Who swore it had no purpose

Because they had forgotten

That they once held the power too

As time went on many lost it

Like a muscle that is never used

Our power shriveled and weakened

Crippled by the horror of adulthood

Our friends of fiction vanish

Leaving behind a misty memory

That we call childhood foolishness

We have moved on to the ‘real’ world

Letting our great power die

No longer remembering its joy

Becoming the adults who stifled us

With their atrophied imagination

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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14 Responses to Saturday Verse: Atrophied Imagination

  1. Sue and I like it. Your 2’s have been covered. So true about the stifled power of imagination as adults.

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  2. L. Marie says:

    Love this, Charles! I really needed this poem today to give me the push to keep writing my fantasy stories. I’ve been hearing too many people say they’re not into fantasy or “it’s not my kind of story.” I’m grateful for the books that fire my imagination!

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    • I hear that all the time. Never understood why people always feel the need to tell an author that they aren’t into the genre. Maybe it’s to stop the author from talking shop.

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      • L. Marie says:

        That’s probably true. But then they shouldn’t ask, “What are you working on? Can I read it?” I don’t mind hearing someone say, “I don’t usually like fantasy, but you hooked me.”
        A number of people have admitted that they wouldn’t read a fantasy book, because they heard the names are hard to pronounce and they’re not realistic enough. (Um, duh. It’s a fantasy.) So they knock all fantasy because of what they imagine fantasy books to be. Sigh.

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      • My favorite is still ‘I bought your book to help, but I don’t read fantasy’. I always appreciate that, but part of me would rather not know that information.

        I’ve heard the name issue before, which is ridiculous. Not every fantasy story has difficult names. Honestly, who has trouble with Bilbo, Gimli, Frodo, Aragorn, and Gandalf? Not to mention to tongue-twisting name of SAM. 😛

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  3. For some, the pressure of a deadline helps. I got up a scene from Pride’s Children every Tuesday from Ch. 1, Sc. 1, to Ch. 20, Sc. 6, without a break (though one was an hour late – I forgot it was Tuesday, but it was still Tuesday somewhere).

    For others, or for other occasions, deadlines are not only unnecessary, but may lead to low quality output.

    Since you set your own deadlines…

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    • Personal deadlines definitely help, but there are moments when even that can’t help. I remember having jobs that were so exhausting that I could barely think my way through writing a grocery list. At least for me, it gets hard to be in a non-creative role for most of the day and then flip the switch back on.

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  4. Really like the last 2 lines. 🙂

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  5. I love the poem. It reminds me of how free my writing was as a child. When I look back at the innocence, I’m always a little sad that some it’s lost!

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