Cerealized

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?  

 

 

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27 Responses to Cerealized

  1. Makingmyselfbetter says:

    love this!

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  2. Peter Klopp says:

    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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  3. Harold Rhenisch says:

    Beautiful and shocking at the same time!

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  4. notthedane56 says:

    I wonder how the cone of the Giant Sequoia tastes?

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  5. dronstadblog says:

    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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  6. Hmm…your breakfast cereal looks more appetizing than mine was…

    Nice pic, great composition!

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  7. amerrescue says:

    Everyone who ‘thinks’; instead of blindly obeying is an ‘artist’.

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  8. “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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  9. Elynn Price says:

    I have to send this to my artist friend love it

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  10. Kondaine says:

    Deep very deep. I’ve been moved both by the visual effect and the ink and paper.

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  11. Alexander says:

    I really like the concept

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  12. mcaimbeul says:

    Brilliant Elan, brilliant.

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  13. ivor20 says:

    Superbly done, like a mirrors image.

    Liked by 1 person

  14. prior.. says:

    wonderful words and pic….
    the waking up and whimsy – and artists – of course.

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  15. Elitsa says:

    Beautiful words!

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  16. tmezpoetry says:

    Yes, artists that manage creative digestion in luei of cracked teeth ~

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  17. da-AL says:

    hunger & creativity go spoon in mouth 🙂

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  18. dornahainds says:

    Scrumptious! 😎🥀

    Liked by 1 person

  19. vivachange77 says:

    Whimsical and lovely. Creative breakfast bowl.

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  20. Tim Vant says:

    “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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  21. Ali Grimshaw says:

    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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  22. 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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    • Elan Mudrow says:

      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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