An Epic Poem for The Sunrise

Thursday, July 31, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Welcome back. O/

Another heatwave waved goodbye last night.

Hope you're keeping cool.

On with our show...

Sunrise. Overcast.

The sounds of freeway traffic pick up, sound out a lull.

Each car, truck, and motorbike a fan blade to keep gusting the winds of change.

How's the view from you?

Hopefully things are looking up.

Good went to better... decided better was a better place to be... and stayed there to help the whole world know its truth.

What now? What next?

Answer those questions and get on with it.

There's Abe... he's taken it easy on the squeak toys lately.

Powerful heatwaves that interrupt a dog's playtime.

Wonderfell is a little slow going for me the past couple days.

Prose wants the words.

That's the sense of it. That's the rhythm.

What's your audience, Writer? Where do you send the words?

To you, for you, my Flashy Inside People.

You see America's never had an Epic.

There's fantasy sagas and comic book superhero culture to show us what Ancient Greece was like... but we've never had a true cultural Epic.

Because we've never had a true Epic Poet.

Never had a true Epic Poet. O/

The best answer to what field of Art I fall into is Epic Poetry.

Wonderfell is in and of itself a kind of Epic poem for The Sunrise.

Each day is a verse.

There's a more traditionally structured story poem I'll go to now.

Been at it awhile.

There's Hope, and Faith, and the Courage to Overcome, and Love, and Magic, and Dreams, and Dragons.

There's Dragons involved.

Can't rightfully write an American Epic without including Dragons.

Take care, know your work, know your worth, and make wonderful this wonderful day.