Little Piece of Fantasia
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by Llyn Clague
In my mid-20s, after, in despair,
quitting career to become writer.
Choosing, after considerable cogitation,
a nom de plume — a put-on personality — Cliff Singer.
To become — in my considerable imagination —
oh, an eagle in an aerie,
a truth-teller: on high, distant, airy.
Today, after, all the years, the lies,
cringing at my grandiosity.
But that little piece of fantasia
sits in my mind like a lily on a pond.
A flat, floating, green leaf
topped by a perky, white-yellow flower,
with roots that reach, reach down.
* * *
Down through the water of childhood
to soft, dark, nourishing mud.
Nourishing a white-yellow flower,
perky, pointing, in the sunlight, up.
And a vision, after despair,
grandiose, airy, and very young.
Copyright © 2018 by Llyn Clague.