Wednesday, October 24, 2012

Kenia's challenge is surreal this week

Once a month at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Kenia Cris challenges us to stretch ourselves as writers and poets, to reach beyond what we usually think and feel, to seek the unattainable, and to become what we thought we were not.

Today's challenge asks us to borrow a line from a friend's poem and use it as inspiration to write a surrealist poem. 
Surrealism might elude me, but I can understand borrowing.
I have chosen my first line from the last stanza of Mary Mansfield's poem Driven to Perform on yesterday's personal challenge at the Garden.
To go with my submission, I have borrowed a photo from the poetry blog of Brenda Bryant, surely Australia's most prolific (and entertaining) poet.

Thanks, Kenia. Thanks, Mary. Thanks, Brenda.

it’s just two sides of the same coin,
the real and the surreal
and which is more real
I’ll surely never know
the inside and the outside
the night and the following day
are both dawn for an instant
until night goes away


Patricia Anne McGoldrick said...

Kay, I like the balance here. Great photos!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I LOVE this, and adore the puffy pink sheep. I so hear you about not much difference in our worlds between real and surreal. It is what keeps me laughing hysterically as I age.

Daydreamertoo said...

Haha...whoever would have thought...
Great pic, fun poem.. very surreal!

Jenn Jilks said...

You work so hard at your poetry. I'm afraid I've just been playing today. On the computer, I mean!
Did some yard work and my brain is dead!
Cheers from Cottage Country!

Kay L. Davies said...

@ Jenn —
Thanks for the compliment.
I really don't work hard enough at it, although I did spend a lot of time on my recent Longfellow/Mark Twain epic because it was a personal challenge.
There are some fabulous poets in the Imaginary Garden, and I know I'm not one of them, but I enjoy being there.
No yard work here today, unless you count Dick shoveling snow off 6 feet of front walk.
Luv, K

Susan said...

"are both dawn for an instant"

That is an even lovelier snapshot than pink sheep. And how right you are to explain such depth with this wonderfully light touch.

aprille said...

Hiya Kay:
You're kidding about the snow, right?
Not yet, surely?
BTW, are you and Sherry near each other these days like you were during your school years?
Ewes nodding wisely at your words. Wasn't this prompt inspiring.

Reader Wil said...

One thing is certain : a thing can not exist without the opposite. That's why your poem is so true!
Kay, I got all your e-mails. Your plans are great, now we must find a way to recognize each other. I mean Mara and me.

Kerry O'Connor said...

You final observation is so very true - we live in an illusion, and we try to give all of it a name.

Daryl said...

most excellent

Susie Clevenger said...

You have done a flip of the coin with your words...Great wisdom in the ending. Love the pink sheep!!

Hannah said...

So true...I've thought about this shared moon/sun sky a lot..nicely done, Kay.

Margaret said...

both dawn for an instant!

Loved that. And you know, many a sheep's wool DOES become pink! :)