 Hello, my name is Elizabeth Abramchuk and this is my poem called Imaginative. I was inspired to write this poem to show how I view the world, imaginative. I see things that are not there, cups or swimming pools, laundry bins or prisons, scissors or swords battling, beds or coffins for the living, umbrellas or bats, blueberries or many pomegranates, robes or mommas to thread, doors or bars of chocolate, socks or sleeping bags for feet, mushrooms or swamp flowers. The world is just a marble, the wind is God's sneezing and old women are potato nuns. Thank you.