Startling Epiphany.

Epiphany.©-MFB III

 

It simply popped up in my dream,

a funny little skewed door,

that stood in front me.

I knocked yet no one answered,]

but the door opened slightly

and a wee voice in my head

said to "Take the chance."

I had to bend over to enter

its welcoming arch.

It took a minutefor my eyes to adjust

to the candlelit glow,

that went back seemingly forever,

and there I saw every poet

great and small that had

ever lived long enough to become known,

all sitting and scratching out

works of poetic wonder

on huge parchment rolls,

with quill pens flying.

 

I got a Frost-ed glare from Robert,

A Browning arm beckoning me to sit,

and Barret it all,

A Poe, sad shake of Edgar's head,

at my exuberant aspirations,

and a "Thank you" for Cummings

from e.e.= masterpiece squared.

 

There was an empty chair

near the front,

with parchments left blank,

and a quill dipped and ready.

 

Each poet looked up briefly,

and nodded at me,

then they went back to writing.

I took that seatand let my mind open

to the incredible creativity

that was gathered all around me,

and soon it was absorbed,

like a contagionas I wrote with

a fevered fervor,

until dawn cracked that door wide,

and left me standing outside.

I awoke to a bed full of papers,

my manuscript of dreams,

and so I gathered it together,

and sent it to one

of my predator editors

who seldom devoured my work,

but rather chewed me out,

spitting pink slip/streams

of my life's blood back at me.

Two weeks later,he sent me contracts,

to negotiate a book deal,

and then I realized,

that the path to fame is elusive,

though the door is always open,

but only a few realize their dreams,

 

Perhaps it was just ghost writing,

that brought me success,

or simply sleepwalking

in a mystical place,

but that door is there,

many have used it,

it is open to all,

come on in,

set a spell,

and weave some wonders.

 

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