Feb 23, 2014

The Agonies of Creation.

Tess gives us this evocative picture  "The Poet's Sleep" for the prompt for this week's Mag 208.

Poet's Sleep, 1989, by Chang Houg Ahn 

"I walked about lonely as a gladiola . . . "
Naw, naw.
"I wondered, solitary as a floating cloud . . . "
Aw Gawd . . .
"I skirted the lake, hiked o'er the hills . . ."
Why didn't I stick to burger-flipping?
"I saw large groups of . . whassnames, those yellow ones. Petunias?"

(A door opens.)

"William? Are you in there?  I thought maybe you were lying on your couch in vacant or in pensive mood and something flashed upon your inward eye which is the bliss of solitude, and then your heart with pleasure filled, went dancing with the . . ." 

"DAFFODILS?  DAFFODILS!! That's it, Dorothy! Thank'ee, thank'ee! Just when I was on the point of saying 'Oh, stuff this honing my craft for a game of soldiers.' "



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