One must make a distinction however: when dragged into prominence by half poets, the result is not poetry, nor till the autocrats among us can be “literalists of the imagination”—above insolence and triviality and can present for inspection, imaginary gardens with real toads in them, shall we have it.
Wednesday, March 25, 2015
....An Old Man's Fancy
"When its spring time in Alaska... it's 40 below" or so the song says. Many of my awesome Toad friends have been feeling the pain this year, waiting for a lily pad to unfreeze, forearms the size of tree trunks after shoveling so much snow. Waiting and wishing for any day above 30 degrees so that they can take off a layer or two and show off that hot bod born from what a only a hard winter can create.
Herotomost at your service, and while here in in Sunny Phoenix, Arizona, I have no knowledge of these winter trials and tribulations (and I know that some like Kerry have just the opposite this time of year) I want to do what I can to help the rest ease into what I am sure is going to be one of the most anticipated springs in some time. Hedge is already planting, that's a good sign.
So, for my challenge this week I want you to find a comfortable, quiet spot, tune out the rest of the world, close your eyes and let it all hang out. I want you to visualize what it is that you might do on your perfect spring day given the time and the inclination. Who would you be hanging with if anyone? Would you be walking, fishing, picnicking with that special someone? Imagine breathing in the sweet smell of citrus blossoms, wisteria, or whatever smell you associate with springtime. Maybe you would be planting your garden. Don't pick up your pen until you can fully realize the scenario, relax a bit (you look fabulous in those yoga pants) and when you are ready, write me something that doesn't just describe spring. We all know how wonderful that is, write yourself into spring, give me that feeling that you get. Show me why I should be hanging with you on that one awesome day (there goes the relaxation...lol, I swear not to show up).
As always, form and format are of no consequence on a perfect day like this. You can write, draw, make me a marble sculpture, produce a broken tile mosaic. It is totally up to you. And as always, if this prompt does not suit your fancy (cuz in the springtime a young mans fancy turns to thoughts of love...and for us old men, it turns to thoughts of lust and sometimes food) please write whatever you would like or skip it and just enjoy your perfect spring day without worrying about writing a single word.
I love you all and Happy Spring!!!!!