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.
Later, Miss Slater 
We all get that wanting!
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I agree, Stan. Thanks for leaving me a comment.
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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
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May the door open and may you have a fun, growth-filled adventure, Kathy. So glad my poem resonated and that you shared that with me. Love ya!
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Humanity is creative and has that perpetual urge to give birth to something new. I loved the way you pictured it.
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Thank you! Yes, I agree with you about our creativity and perpetual urge. Thanks for leaving me a comment. 🙂
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There is that old battle between wants and needs. Sometimes we are lucky to have them both fulfilled at the same time. Nicely done.
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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. 🙂
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Nicely done, Sabra. New adventures keep us fresh. Somewhat of a homebody, this is a good reminder for me!
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Thank you , Brenda. Yes, new adventures keep us fresh, young at heart, interesting, and interested. Thank you so much for reading my poem and leaving me a comment. 🙂
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