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.
Friday, April 26, 2013
Fireblossom Friday: Not Feeling Like Yourself?
Hello, dear Toads and visitors. Fireblossom here with another Fireblossom Friday challenge. Let me ask you a question: do you ever just not quite feel like yourself? Ever feel like someone handed you the wrong script, or have a moment when you just don't recognize your own life? Goody! That will make my work here easier. Get ready to give your imaginations a work-out.
Native Americans believed that each creature possessed its own "medicine", and that this power, or mojo, could be transferred. I want to take that idea a big step further. Suppose you woke up one morning, and your body was just the same as always, but that the spirit of an animal, or bird, or some other creature, had taken you over from within.
I don't mean that you wake up wishing you were a bird (for example), or feeling metaphorically like a bird. I mean you wake up and you ARE a bird, but you are still physically human, and can talk, and move in the world that way. The transformation is inner. Imagine how frustrating it would be not to be able to fly. What feelings might you have, looking at ordinary birds? How might your behavior and relationships be altered?
You can be a tiger or a snake or a mouse or anything you like. Just remember that this is inner reality, not metaphor. To illustrate, if I am an crocodile, I might write something like this:
My children look at me, expecting something.
I slip into the pool, and feel it on my strange soft human skin;
I could sun myself here but my children stand at the edges, calling.
Why? I can't remember what I am supposed to do.
or, as an elephant:
I am so small, and my nose is useless for the most part.
I have an overwhelming urge to be with my sisters and daughter.
I can smell the water in the tap, three rooms away, and want to lead us to it.
Instead, I drink coffee from a cup, held in these odd human hands.
See? NOT "I wish I was a bird and could fly". No. ZZzzzzzz.
Not to put too fine a point on things, but experience has taught me this next part is necessary. Fireblossom Friday is a challenge, not a prompt. It isn't a loose suggestion, it's a specific thing, so please either take on the challenge as I have laid it out, or don't link to this challenge. Please don't say, "well, I felt like doing something else", or "I didn't get the memo." Here's the memo. Explore your inner reality of being some kind of non-human creature, and what that would be like.
One more thing. Minimum of seven lines, which means no haiku. Please link a NEW poem written for this challenge. Thanks, and enjoy! I'll be around to read everyone's entry. Now stretch those imaginations!