Memorial Day Imagination
At Read~Write~Poem this week the prompt is to have therapy with your ‘Imagination’. In others words make something up that’s not real. Get in touch with the inner dreamscape.
It is also Memorial Day in America this Monday when we pause to give thanks to those that gave their lives protecting freedom. Two years ago in 2006 I posted “A Salute To Veterans” a series of military poems. Today’s post is #1227 since I started blogging although only 392 remain. I go back in the archives and delete posts frequently, I keep the ones that are meaningful.
As for the prompt, getting to know my imagination is not the problem, quite the contrary, it rarely shuts up; and no, that is not a slap at Rose. 
But how to combine the two?
“Suggant Frambles”
for extray howand on the fore
the suggant slithed to the shore
sheve it be and never to bore
frambles crudred all in gore
for extray howand on the fore
the britats hoof were no more
graned sliming did it abhor
ovarr ronded was yonder corps
for extray howand on the fore
the hallor ones did implore
requent off wife all did adore
passutt home notting frum war
for extray howand on the fore
luyying ander far distant door
sarring duty guhhes as before
famlents graving heart be tore
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say what
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doh!!!!!
I just deleted my comment… I’ll stick with doh!!!!! again
Ok Quill and Ann. As my two loyal readers who are always here first and always questioning just what the heck I’m writing, here’s an artistic explanation. Not that artists should ever explain themselves.
The prompt is imagination and to create something that’s not real. A place, a language, a something. Therefore, for Memorial Day, I wanted to write a poem about a soldier (extray howand) and the enemy (the suggant) and how in battle (extray howand) died and left a widow and family.
Think tentacles and antennae and slime and an alien planet with steam and twelve moons.
… which proves just how much I lack in imagination
my oh so clever smarty pants friend
Bian, at 7:00 a.m. (here) on a Sunday morning, you are lucky to get me to think! [Aliens, antennae, widows and worms .... sheesh!]
i am thrilled that quilly and ann went before me,, and thus your explanation,, as i am afraid my imagination was lost in the translation!!!!
huh? I gotta read this nising (3 times!)
And I thought I had imagination!
In the UK we remember our war dead on 11 November, and then the nearest Sunday to that date. It is a sombre day.
Your explanation helped and the few normal words did, too. Plus, my husband is watching a war movie on TV so I have a sound track!
Amazing craft in here!
I don’t know where to look and what to think!
Doh?!
Very sleepy and lazy today. ZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ
Ann, are those ’70’s smarty pants? Bell bottom velour?
Quill, I’ll accept the excuse note this time.
Paisley, then my job is done.
Aniin BG, just read it out loud.
Anthony, we celebrate Nov. 11th as well for all Veterans, but Memorial Day is for the war dead.
Linda, thank you kindly.
Gautami, don’t think, be the poem.
Very cool sounds in this piece. And each time I read it I create more meanings to go with the words I don’t know.
I read it as a kind of Jabberwocky poem, with the sound in touch with a meaning that I felt rather than analyzed rationally.
this is terrific! definitely bonus points for making up words and seemingly another whole language that sounds so wonderful!
Hello Sister. Yes, read out loud it is cool.
I was thinking about that when I wrote Maria.
*clapping hands* Thank you Polkadot, I get bonus points.
hello brian.. thought the rhymning and format was great, but a whole new phonetic language… are any of you left handed?!