There are many concrete places we have visited; all spectacular locales and views. But as poets/writers we tend to rely on our imaginations at times and go to even more fabulous destinations. Pick a place: Oz, Neverland, Narnia, someplace of fiction and write of your visit.
Phoenix Rising Poetry Guild 
THE TIN MAN WONDERS
The happy bluebirds fly
beyond the rainbow now,
as though to show me how
the wide and azure sky
cannot, despite my sigh,
prevent nor disallow
a journey past my dreams
to lands so ever green
with such a shimmered sheen
that all about them gleams.
There, heartlessness, it seems,
is never heard nor seen.
But still, so true to form,
I smell a coming storm.
NB: Thank you, Walt, for taking the time and effort to put these prompts together. Your dedication to poetry and to this site are marvellous and a true gift, as are your skill and creativity as a poet.
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A great ending!
And I echo your feeling about Walt’s efforts and gifts.
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July 31 – Fictional Place
The Doctor’s Mind
In the mind of a doctor
Who’s not a doctor at all
Lived star bellied sneeches
And a cat with hat tall
A Grinch that stole Christmas
And a fox in sox blue
Green eggs and ham
That Sam will not chew
The mind of this doctor
Filled up children’s heads
As mommies and daddies
Read stories before bed
Red fish and blue fish
The Suess’s ABCs
So much from this mind
Many million kids pleased
Though Doctor’s no longer
With us in the real
The world of his mind
Forever we’ll feel
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What a wonderful tribute!
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Thanks, Walt, for making July a month of fun, fantasy, and memories.
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Farewell to Oz
Standing as three, worn and forlorn,
for at morning’s first light, your flight
will have flown. Had I thought goodbyes
would be this hard, I would have just
sent a card. I won’t get all fuzzy and warm,
that’s the coward’s way. I can’t get
all stiff and cold – no heart of tin,
what can I say? My head’s not in it. I rise,
I fall sleep and dream that this technicolor
existence would persist once we’ve kissed
and waved adieu. But it is you who is going,
your gingham flowing and throwing caution
to the wind, you set adrift. I’ll just make
the jaundiced journey back to where I belong.
The walk will be long without you beside me.
But you’ve hung me out to dry, so to hell
with goodbye! Hit the brick road.
That goes for your little dog, too!
I hate green!
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Thank you both, Bill and Earl. Our dwindling numbers were a tough pill to swallow, I wondered if I still had it or have become Poet Non-Grata? You have both shown dedication by finishing the month along with Candy, Hannah, Sara and mostly Miarilyn. And you’ve helped me follow through to this end. Now I need to figure out if it is still worth the effort. I appreciate your wonderful work.
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I have to tell you Walt that some mornings, before I even got out of bed, I would check this site on my phone to see what the prompt would be. What will I do tomorrow? 😩
Thanks for the inspiration!
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Hey I’m still here. Just running behind.
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And Connie, of course. Didn’t intend to slight you. You’ve been a consistent contributor as well and are much appreciated for it too!
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Date Night on Oz
I put on my best red shoes
and my emerald necklace
I had a date, well I think of
it as a date, a date with the
man behind the curtain
we’ll dine and dance and
maybe take a ride in a
hot air balloon to watch the
sun set over the green streams
of Oz – we’ll hold hands and
even kiss as we soar high
above the common munchkins –
and entering the hall of smoke
and mirrors i touch the velvet
curtain knowing he is just an
illusion
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The Secret Garden
How many times
have I visited
that quiet place
with flaming flowers,
a tree swing,
and baby animals.
Where friendships blossom
miracles happen and
the rest of the world stays out.
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Wonders Never Cease
I traveled through earth
to a distant land
where sounds of mirth
are live, not canned.
When I arrived I caught a peek
of a nervous rabbit, white
bespectacled, and neat
muttering to himself in daylight.
I followed him a long way
to a tea party in the forest
where a Mad Hatter played
host to a March Hare in a vest.
There was a caterpillar, smoking,
walrus, dodos, and The Red Queen
who was never ever joking,
she ordered heads cut off, how mean!
I ate a mushroom, and grew small,
drank a strange tasting brew,
and was suddenly quite tall.
This is a land with plenty to do.
I was quite a curiosity
to those who lived in Wonderland.
I saw my share of pomposity,
but my adventures were simply grand.
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What a wonderful month! Thanks for the adventures, Walt.
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Once Upon an Island…
There’s a place called Zen
glowing gold and indigo
it’s ancient and deep
we can go there anytime
the mind holds a cavern-wise.
Copyright © Hannah Gosselin 2015
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I have been checking my email by phone and journaling my responses at the end of this challenge and have not turned on to blog until now…but I wanted to thank you, Walt and send smiles to you and all of the other poets that have participated this time. I enjoyed this a lot and learned a lot about places that I might not have thought to research otherwise so BIG gratitude for that…I love to learn! 🙂 Warm “Hannah-smiles”
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