Sunday, July 6, 2014

To a Poet, For a Poem



I listen to the darkness,
the beautiful kind
when the lights are off,
and I close my eyes
and see the last light
burned into my mind.

I sit, in my poetry nook,
in the corner of the room,
in a chair, arms leaning, at rest,
my feet propped.

I listen, listen,
ceiling fan low,
box fan high, pointed toward me
to carry the sound
of the silver crackle
of the millionth star
no less wonderful
than the first.

And it might be yours, the only light
in this dark room tonight.



© 2014 Jennifer Wagner


For all you beautiful, amazing poets out there.  Thank you.


23 comments:

Mary said...

Jennifer, I really love the atmosphere you created in this poem. Very ethereal and dream like. Makes me want to sit in that nook!

kaykuala said...

And it might be yours, the only light
in this dark room tonight.

Such a reassurance to be with one close to one's heart. Nicely Jennifer

Hank

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Ah this is just what I need to hear right now---I am struggling with my muse--and your piece reminds me to listen!

Brian Miller said...

smiles...you take us to that serene place...where nothing exists in the dark but our breathing...and that one light...that could be theirs...smiles. listening is def the key...

Wendy Bourke said...

Ah-h-h – this is the stuff of goosebumps. Just a lovely sentiment that evokes a shared connection between like-minded people. Beautiful!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

"...the silver crackle of the millionth star"....and those closing lines - spectacular. I totally love this poem!

Truedessa said...

in the dark we can hear our thoughts as we search for that light..I could picture myself in this nook with a fan blowing..

Janet Martin said...

this just makes me want to write....gorgeous! love,love the ending!

Natašek said...

this is lovely! beautiful.

Vandana Sharma said...

A little corner!!

Gabriella said...

This is a beautiful poem, Jennifer. I like the peaceful atmosphere, the reflective tone and the closing lines are just perfect.

Sumana Roy said...

ah..such an atmosphere is a must for that spark..a lovely write

Preeti S. said...

"the silver crackle
of the millionth star
no less wonderful
than the first.

And it might be yours, the only light
in this dark room tonight."

Wow. Loved it!

Justin Lamb said...

I love this tribute to poetry. The scene, the anticipation - it's really great!

RMP said...

this definitely feels like an atmosphere I could get lost in. I do enjoy a bit of darkness (the beautiful kind) from time to time.

Nicholas said...

At last, a beautiful dark poem. You know, I have those moments too. when I turn off the lights and just lie awake for a bit to rest the brain. thanks.

Valleypoet said...

And thank you for this wonderful poem to all the poets :-)

Anonymous said...

and to you, Jennifer :) ~

Anne V said...

Wow so beautiful and uplifting that one of us might be that millionth star. I must confess that I listen to the friendly darkness as well. It calms and soothes the mind. What a lovely piece.

Anne V said...

And I like your tag line. Poetry. From grit to sparkle.

Vavoom!!!

Brian Miller said...

heya...its been pretty good....yesterday was the last week of summer school so now i have real freedom...a week from vacation...yard saling tomorrow to make some extra money...and clean out the house a bit....and its hot...ha....

how is yours?

Grace said...

So beautiful Jennifer ~ Thank you for your beautiful words ~

Jennifer Wagner said...

Good, good...it's been hot here for us the last few days. Enjoying it while it lasts! Hope your yard sale was a great success...extra $ is a good thing...and cleaning out the house is too...smiles...