Perhaps the Pachyderm

Monday, June 16, 2025

Good morning, The Wonderfell Way.

Hey. O/

Welcome back.

Peace.

Even the blue jays are relaxed.

Takes a lot to chill out a blue jay.

Being the color blue in nature is a lot of work.

How's your day?

Idyllic Spring in New England temps and sky for the stage today.

He we go.

On with our show...

Change in each sunrise the past few days.

The words agree.

When you make a constant you recognize variables.

The past few morning journal entries want for something.

Something is not being said and wants saying.

The writer's job is to recognize it and say it.

There's an elephant in the room and no one is talking about it because no one knows elephants exist.

The Poet's job? Define the elephant.

Perhaps the pachyderm will prove describable today.

Perhaps the pachyderm was the point that poet's define what's gone unnamed and the exercise is over.

That feels right.

We haven't known what to do with poets in America, haven't the time.

But every once and awhile one of us comes along and every course of events in the Nation is changed.

Words are how we live, how we get things done.

Poets breathe life into old words and make them new.

Everything done with words, and so everything, is made new through The Poet.

And here you are thinking I'm a sweet chocolate Valentine's Day Card warm fuzzy guy.

I am, of course, but there's a whole lot more.

From Epic Poets to Biblical Prophets, poets, poets, poets have always held a place of great respect and purpose in great civilizations.

"Did you know your words can do this, too?"
- Great Poet Who Big Brother is Definitely Watching

Another... there's so much more to say mornings...

Call it reference material for afternoon writing sessions.

Hope all's well.

Take care, reconsider the evolutionary importance of poetry, thank a poet and make wonderful this wonderful day.