Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Cerealized
We stretch what is real
Until it fits the way we feel
If we don’t think it’s right
We’ll let it soak overnight
Where dreams of our wishes
Are full of strange dishes
Then, in the morning we awake
To find reality can’t be faked
So, it’s back to the top we go
We’re artists, didn’t you know?
Kind of right about the immersion. Words snap crackle and pop despite the fact that sometimes you just want a damn quiet breakfast. Ah, but no, throw down the spoon,and you’re driven to grab a pen. I like the quirkiness here. Thanks.
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I found them at a park near where I live. I live within a temperate rain forest area, so pine cones are everywhere. These particular ones are still bit cold and wet. They open up wider when warm and dry. I wanted them to be in between open and closed. Thanks for asking.
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I like your poem (the cereal metaphor for dreams is imaginative), but I love the photo even more. Where did you gather the pine cones?
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Concise and thought provoking. I especially like,
“We stretch what is real
Until it fits the way we feel.”
Truth be told – poetically.
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“We’ll let it soak over night”, awesome! I’m having conifer cones for breakfast from now on. heh. Check out my latest if you would be so kind … need a writer as accomplished as you are to look it over. ~cheers~ 3y3wonder.wordpress.com
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Whimsical and lovely. Creative breakfast bowl.
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Scrumptious! 😎🥀
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hunger & creativity go spoon in mouth 🙂
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Yes, artists that manage creative digestion in luei of cracked teeth ~
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Beautiful words!
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wonderful words and pic….
the waking up and whimsy – and artists – of course.
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Nice poem!
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Superbly done, like a mirrors image.
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Brilliant Elan, brilliant.
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I really like the concept
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Deep very deep. I’ve been moved both by the visual effect and the ink and paper.
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I have to send this to my artist friend love it
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“We stretch what is real
Until it fits the way we feel”
The first two lines got me hooked from the start! This was short and simple yet poignant and I enjoyed it very much.
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Everyone who ‘thinks’; instead of blindly obeying is an ‘artist’.
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Hmm…your breakfast cereal looks more appetizing than mine was…
Nice pic, great composition!
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It needs a bit of sugar.
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Ah the familiar road of an idea, finding its way to surface and put a smile on our face. 😀 It sounds awfully like my creative brainstorming. Well versed Elan. 😀
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I wonder how the cone of the Giant Sequoia tastes?
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Lovely!
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Beautiful and shocking at the same time!
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Your poem invites reflection on how reality interacts with our dreams. Taking reality as something stable and dreams as something fleeting, our goal should be to adjust our dreams and desires to be in harmony with reality. I guess that is very hard for artists to do.
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love this!
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Nice 😉
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