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“On Oneiric Inspiration”
Is it time again for my layoff?
I hear a great trumpeting—mammoth!—
calling me to the hours I’m to take off,
summoning me to my sabbath.
It’s the day to turn my mental machine
to the employ of oneiromancy,
the specific use of which I shall dream
to evolve & re-tool my poetic fancy.
It’s an art, I hear, to seek in one’s sleep
a fresh source of inspiration,
to see in the imagery that floats in deep
night a practical form of divination.
Can I do it? We shall see; just give me a chance.
Let my dreams take brilliant flight.
And like Byron and Shelley, writers of romance,
afford me rich pictures, starting tonight…
… and to, mainly, retain ‘em, not lose ‘em in daylight,
so they can appear in my output this week.
But, is it cheating? Is it fair, is it right—
to take advantage of such art as may bespeak
effortless dreaming? freely appearing, without
any labor by me! Should I permit it; am I allowed?
Hold on!
Let’s first receive the wished-for benefit,
before worrying the ethics & aesthetics of it.
~ OMK
Edgar Allan Poe's black raven
Odd Pallas' zeal was ravin'
While ancient tomes
Were perused for poems,
And even letters were shaven.
Wordle 680 5/6
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Ginny was a happy child
Who cavorted plain and fancy.
Grown up hearts she beguiled
With her joy and ecstacy!
She disliked the trudge to school,
When fair weather offered
A chance to wade a small stream's pool,
Cool when hot sun bothered.
Sums and spelling hindered her
From giving jumps and bounds.
She thought no mishap could occur,
Then she fell to the ground.
A broken leg, a hospital journey,
And a hallway ride on a Ginny gurney!
The busker with the hip-hop juggling show is looking for a new act.
Pivot Thumb Sought
The sign at the plaza
Declares the mishap.
Cavort turned to trudge.
Who are we to judge?
A gurney carried him off,
But don’t be one to scoff;
He’ll be hindered never,
But return hotter than ever.
OMK- we can only hope that you will return recharged and full of poetic dreams for our enjoyment this week. Enjoy your sabbath rest.
Owen- I had to LIU to find that Pallas is the Greek goddess f wisdom, otherwise known as Athena. How sly if you to hide the W there!
Enjoyed your J poem with the Ginny Gurney. With “mishap” and “gurney” in our repertoire today, how can we not end up at the hospital.
"Poetry Recovery"
Jane set out on her hospital journey
riding on a medical gurney.
She had suffered a silly mishap
falling from her high bed during a nap.
The staff found her a bit of a trudge
who often refused to budge.
Yet she was also a playful sort
who could not be hindered to cavort.
When she came home, she had some thought
and some poetry began to jot.
She wrote her verses on a blotter
and they could not have been hotter.
And as her inventions became brighter
she was acknowledged as a clever writer.
Ol' Man Keith, your poem is amazing--
I just can't stop giving it my praising!
Your Sunday verses are such a gift,
they do all of our spirits lift.
Owen, I hope your Ginny becomes friends with my Jane,
they will have a wonderful time,
recovering in their joint hospital room
while inventing a fabulous rhyme.
CanadianEh!, we'll ask Ginny and Jane
to visit your fellow in his room.
That trio would have the talent
to produce a poetry bloom.
Wilbur when you check in,
come visit our team
and give them a verse
that will make them beam!
Misty- now we know that we all need a visit to the hospital to make our poetry hotter. Wow!
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