What a sky-is-blue-grass-is-green day! I love sitting on this park bench with my imaginary friend, Alice. While I’m enjoying reality she’s telling me that if she ever hears another rhyme between “night” and “light” or “death” and “breath” she’s going to do something I’ll regret. Furthermore she insists I stop writing those happy-happy poems because as a fully deconstructed, beyond-whatever-existential adult she would rather have angst, dread and drivel smothering her than sentimentality. I tell her that I kind of like those rhymes. She pulls out some pills, “Here. Take these.” As I swallow sending them down, down into the depths of deconstruction she jumps up from her existential happy place and proclaims, “Haha! That’s arsenic! You’re dead!”
Then Alice cries, “I’m sorry I gave you that arsenic even if it was only imaginary arsenic.” “That’s OK.” (What else am I going to say?) She explains that it is all because she’s not real. That’s why she acts the way she does. I tell her, “Look at those atoms. They’re just empty space! They aren’t any more real than you are!” She stops crying and asks, “Really?” And I say, “Sure!” Then she wants to know about that tiny stuff in the middle of the atoms. She starts crying again. I tell her that tiny stuff isn’t real either. “Really?” At this point I have to think. I don’t want to lie to her, but I don’t want her to start crying again and for all I know she’s as real as anything else I can imagine out there and so I say, “Sure!”
I am hosting dVerse Meeting the Bar Prose Poetry today. The challenge is to write either a prose poem or a poem explaining why prose poetry doesn’t exist. Any similarity to real people in this prose poem is purely imaginary.
What a delight to listen to your poem Frank ~ I think writers and artists have imaginary friends or foes, smiles~
They feed and nurture our imagination, and as an extension of ourself, maybe go to not so happy places and spaces ~ Thanks for hosting ~
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Thanks, Grace. I am glad you liked the audio of this. I sometimes find it easier to understand something when I hear it than when I read it. I wasn’t sure I understood this piece myself until I listened to it.
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This is so good, Frank. So good. As we all know, I’m an Alice.
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Thank you! I am glad you like it. I did not want to offend any Alices out there.
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You can’t offend an Alice. She is too resilient.
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Good point. She should be very resilient.
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This is wonderful… love the reading, and the dialogue with an imaginary friend.. a great experience that made me think behind that light heartened reading.
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Thanks, Björn! I intended it to be a humorous piece which it almost had to be with an imaginary friend as one of the characters.
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Oh thank goodness for imaginary friends. They’ve kept me sane most of my life.
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Me, too! Even when I don’t think they’re real. Thanks, Kim!
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Very cleverly done. The tone is exra-special, and the ‘nod’ using the name Alice a very nice touch.
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Thank you! I figured I had to my friend a name to make her more real.
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first time I am reading such a challenge, but I am new to dverse, and its such an amazing place to be! I might just observe and read this one out first. Loved how you wrote this, made me think in circles which is what I like in a story. You are so good at comforting the things that aren’t real!
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There are prompts at dVerse three times a week for most weeks. I have found they give me a good excuse to write something. One of the nice things about imaginary friends is that they are easy to comfort. Thank you for the comment!
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Thanks! I will check them out. Happy I bumped into this pub! Imaginary friends are the best!
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What a joy to view your metaphysical existential dip into imagination, silly rhyme schemes & quantum physics, where we wonder whose reality, whose dream are we a part of, at how ET’s can separate atoms and pass through them, that matter only has the substance we, as co-creators. attribute to it.
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As I was writing this, I wondered if I knew any more than Alice might have known about any of this if she were real. One day I hope to know more. Thanks, Glenn!
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Anything we can imagine is real, right? Delightful story.
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It seems that, at least for myself, what I imagine to be real and what is real might not be the same thing, but it might not make a big difference. Thanks!
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It sounds like you have a rather active imagination. 🙂 You’re welcome!
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Ouch! I sometimes feel my rhymes are a bit pedestrian. No doubt Alice would agree! A lovely read, Frank!
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Actually, I like those simple rhymes best despite Alice’s objections. The surprise in a metrical poem, for me, comes from the other words that lead up to those simple rhyme words. Thanks!
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Do you never want to be just alone, Frank? Kidding 🙂 Having to explain things that aren’t real to people who aren’t real is quite mind-boggling. I love your placid, even tone when you get into the really difficult questions.
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I tend to talk to myself (silently so no one hears or sees). It is sort of like talking to Alice, except it doesn’t go to these extremes. Some people call this chatter and it can be entertaining as long as it isn’t taken too seriously. Thanks!
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I find it helps to sort out what I think about something—testing ideas on myself first 🙂
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Come on. Get brave and talk to yourself aloud. 😉
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Occasionally I see people talking out loud to themselves on the street. They are usually angry. If I were never in those kinds of moods, talking to myself out loud might be beneficial.
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Hahaha, brilliantly absurd! Love the “deconstruction” of atoms too –all that unreality– and man do I need a say-it-like-it-is-not-so-imaginary-friend like Alice:)
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We all need someone to say it like it is every now and then. I’m glad you liked it!
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Lovely Frank and your reading made your words even more special.
Imaginary friends and make-believe worlds still guide me to sleep each night – I think they might have done most of my life.
Kind regards
Anna :o]
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I like them also even when I don’t think they’re real. I am glad you enjoyed the audio. Thanks, Anna!
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I like this Alice chick.
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She is feisty. I like her as well. Thanks, Felicity! I’ve started reading “Terra Draco”.
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Thank you! And snap–I’ve been reading your work, I really like your style 🙂
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I like the prompt and especially this poem. It doesn’t read like the usual poem to me, but I can relate to it with its philosophy, questions, and humor all in the same piece. And who knows, we’re probably all someone’s imaginary friend… 😀
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It seemed more like a narrative to me but then the narrative didn’t go anywhere and so I figured it might work as a prose poem, whatever that is. I suspect I don’t see the people around me as they really are but as I imagine them to be which might be a good thing. It allows me to be surprised by what I see them doing or hear them saying. Thanks!
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Pure delight–you kept the narrative alive my incorporating those poetic descriptions. Glad she is imaginary.
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Especially with that arsenic, I am glad she is as well. Thanks, Victoria!
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This got me smiling. Is Alice a cat? 😉
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Interesting idea. I hadn’t thought of her as a cat, but she does stick around like a cat would. Thanks!
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I’m wondering if Schrodinger talked to his cat like you did with Alice. Hmm.
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I see now where the cat is coming from, Colin!
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Alice is always a willing companion.
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She has a good heart, I hope, even though she is imaginary. Thank you!
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LOL! ROTF! LOved this, Frank. and you certainly rose to the prompt. But perhaps this is also narrative poetry??? ala Frost? but funnier?? In any case, Alice must be a cat…and I talk tomyself also. All the time. I win great arguments that way. And thank you, Frank for sticking to the analysis of the prompt when you read my poem…so many just repeat the words, but really don’t get to the essence of what the poem is. Frustrating. I need better imaginary friends…..
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It is sort of a narrative poem with that imaginary arsenic. It is also a little too humorous for what I normally see as prose poetry. I also win most of the arguments I have with myself. A good imaginary friend would make sure I lost some of those arguments. Thank you for participating in the prompt!
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It was a delight and a pleasure!
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I like this piece. But I have to say, I like your rhyming pieces, too. They always have hidden depths.
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I like using rhyme and meter. They are sometimes very easy to write and then I wonder if I’m getting careless with them. This one took me quite a while to finish. Thank you for the comment and participating in the prompt!
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I imagine the imagery of your imaginary friend brings life to her in all her imagined glory! A wonderful lark on a sky-is-blue, grass-is-green day, Frank!
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Thanks, Walter! As far as having an effect on my life, just imagining her changes my life a little bit. I wonder if that makes her “real”? I’ll ask her if I write any more about her.
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I love this! (Like everyone else.) I think it’s a delightful short-short story; can’t see/hear it as a poem, even a prose-poem – but who cares, when it’s such a joy to encounter?
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It does seem more like a narrative to me as well. Maybe it would be an example of what is not prose poetry. I am glad you liked it!
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Great to listen to the conversation Frank. Multi-media posting is a rarity!
Hank
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Thanks, Hank! I think I will try to put more audio in my posts. I partially made the audio to try to listen to it to hear if it made any sense.
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love the conversation you had(?have) with your imaginary friend and glad you followed her advice and dumped the neck ringing strictures of rhyme for this marvel of a prose poem and it s existential undertow
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Thanks, Laura! I agree that this topic would not work as well as a metrical poem.
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LOVE the ending … and for all I know, she’s as real as anything. That’s the thing, right? What is a construction of our mind and what is not? Is a perception a construction? Is reality only that which can be verified by another? And if so, are we certain they speak the truth in their agreement or is that just their manipulation of how they perceive the needs of the situation? … imaginary friend any more imaginary than who I think is my friend? Oh my….the conundrums your words have created here!
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It’s a conundrum for me as well. I suppose everything we imagine is like an imaginary friend to some extent even with others confirming it. If that friend starts talking back like Alice did it just adds to the mystery. I do assume there is some reality out there of which I’m a part and whatever it is, I assume it’s good.
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Fantasy and fun, working with words, and it is clear you enjoy your work.
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Thank you! I did enjoy writing it.
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I am great fan of imagery
Great read
Excellent post
As Sheldon Always
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Thank you, Sheldon! I’m glad you liked it
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I have never read anything like this. I love the “What a sky-is-blue-grass-is-green day.” Your work is amazing!
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Thank you! I am glad you liked them!
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Good one.Really liked it!
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I am glad you enjoyed it!
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