Imaginary Friends


This week the Sunday Whirl words are naked, held, hiding, scurries, root, birth, under, candlelight, imaginary, lack, door, and faces.

Here is my first attempt:

Imaginary Friends

Emotionally naked,

candlelight held high,

I open the door that faces south.

As I greet my imaginary friends,

the cat scurries to her favorite

hiding place…under the sofa.

The root of my need is not lack,

but a wanting…

to birth a new experience.


About Sabra Bowers

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10 Responses to Imaginary Friends

  1. Stan Ski says:

    We all get that wanting!


  2. Kathy Meenach says:

    Sabra, This poem gave me chills . . . . I am on the verge of opening a door to new adventures – this makes it even more real! Kathy


  3. oldegg says:

    Humanity is creative and has that perpetual urge to give birth to something new. I loved the way you pictured it.


  4. julespaige says:

    There is that old battle between wants and needs. Sometimes we are lucky to have them both fulfilled at the same time. Nicely done.


    • Sabra Bowers says:

      Thank you, Jules. I’m often happiest when I’m satisfied to simply have my needs met; however, I do think there is a underlying longing in all our lives. So glad you left me a comment. 🙂


  5. brenda w says:

    Nicely done, Sabra. New adventures keep us fresh. Somewhat of a homebody, this is a good reminder for me!


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