The mind is such a fabulous thing to waste on you.
My favorite inner episode to play when the world insists I have better things to do.
Who says love doesn’t live in this place.
That cherry-lined day dreams and picking kisses is not a happening dimension.
I differ when I am asked to recognize time as money.
Would I be here having said I do and I did a hundred days and more I gave,
but never, never my mind.


About Kate Houck

Educator. Human. Poet. Seeking truth through experience.
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6 Responses to Fantasy

  1. Tone says:

    Love this poem Kate!!! 🙂

  2. sheldonk2014 says:

    Sweet love
    Does not have to involved ones mind
    As the smell of her perfume
    I will follow your words
    Just a little
    Somethin somethin for you

  3. Beautiful thoughts coupled with well-chosen words to express them. I lke it.

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