Headspace...

They said the boy wasn't right in the head, a day-dreamer, a waste of space, but then 'they' didn't know him. Quick to brush his ideas off, he wasn't given the time of day by those who would have benefited from his creative mind.

The boy didn't mind too much, as he had one ally with whom he could share his thoughts - his father. Paternal love responded to the son's quirkiness and saw it as positive attribute, thus enabling the lad to share his dreams.

"Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings", he would say to his father.

"Always listen to the notes you hear", his father often responded. " For they will woo your dreams to full fruition."

Thus the young inventor was nurtured into maturity...



Lisa at dVerse poets has prompted us to write to the 144[or less] word prosery challenge.

It must include the line below, as it is written:

'Through the deep caves of thought I hear a voice that sings:—

--by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr., from The Chambered Nautilus

Here is the link: Prosery

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