Imagination stands in the middle
of the road, daring me to come along
for the ride. I have no choice
But to follow where he leads
For he is my master
And I am here to serve.
I have chosen to serve
even if he arrives in the middle
of the night. My master
challenges me and pushes me along;
I’ve learned to trust where he leads.
I understand that I really do have a choice.
Imagination provides infinite choices
but the way he serves
is in the powerful way he leads
me gently into the middle
of my own power. He guides me along
as I tackle difficult task that I must master.
Imagination is a loving but firm master,
molding me and enticing me with new choices.
Each new experience that he provides along
this creative journey gives me a new way to serve.
Standing with Imagination in the middle
of my own mind, I see where he’s been leading.
With a quiet confidence he leads
me deeper into myself and I master
the art of standing firmly in the middle
of my personal truth. Imagination’s choice
to lead was his own way to serve.
All I had to do was come along.
This journey has been a long
one, but now I know where it leads.
My decision to trust and to serve
this beautiful kind of master
hasn’t always been an easy choice,
It’s frightening in the middle.
Now I stand in the middle and invite you along.
You do have a choice, but I’ll be happy to lead.
Imagination is our master and we’re here to serve.
Life got in the way of writing for yesterday’s OctPoWriMo prompt, but I am going to circle back and pick it up. This is my second attempt at a sestina. I love the form and the first stanza came easily. Everything after that was WORK! I will be revisiting this form and likely doing a rewrite on this poem, as well. Happy writing!