Waiting

In this season of
rambunctious rush,
each possibility
of a poem
disappears
like a bubble’s
quick *POP*!

My poems
will not accept
loud invitations.
They just don’t;
they just won’t.

Rules are set.
There can be
no escorts of
cluttered chaos
nor confusion.

So with a
quiet sunrise
or gorgeous sunset,
my journal,
my pen, and I
wait and watch,
watch and wait
as if
there’s a
big fish at
line’s end.

I’m patient–
glancing again
and again.
I have to hold
my mouth right–
no talking. None.
Sh. Sh. Sh-h-h-h-h.

How long
does it take
a poem to hear
the quiet?

4 comments

  1. Jan,

    You have a gift for pulling the reader into the poem.
    You make us live these lines. I love the alliteration
    of ‘rambunctious rush’. It not only adds music, but
    for me it adds a visual. I can see the streaks of smoke
    coming off the shoes.

    “I have to hold
    my mouth right–”

    Yes!!

    and this the best of all:

    “How long
    does it take
    a poem to hear
    the quiet?”

    Giving birth is never easy. Some poems insist on coming feet first!

    This one was born perfect. So very much enjoyed it.

    Sarah

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    • Sarah,
      With responses like this surely another poem is waiting around out there. Smile. Sometimes writing about the wonder of poetry is the inspiration we look & wait for. Today my 2nd grade students started a “free write journal” which is half the size of a regular, non-spiral notebook. (They were cut in half.) That lil’ journal is inspiring big writers. I do believe the nudge from inspiration starts small–& grows. With writing there is much potential. With writing the world can change. It’s so interesting to me. Thank you for your kind words.
      Jan

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  2. “Your kids” are so blessed!

    BTW, I have been remiss in not commenting on the grand photography that shows up in our photography category. because we haven’t had one before I forget that we do now.

    I hope all our photographers know how much they are appreciated. There some truly awesome shots here.
    The one that accompanies this poem really intrigues me. It looks like a flower and yet it looks like the sun.
    Nothing like a sunflower though. It looks like a beautifully artistic view of a morning glory but it also looks almost other worldly. I have been studying it and the effect is awesome. Thanks for sharing your talents.

    Sarah

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    • Sarah,

      School is keeping me extremely busy these days as Quarter One (the first 9 weeks) wraps up. It’s almost time for report cards. However, I do find time to visit here at our Pub on the blog. I’m glad that you enjoy the photography. It’s one of my favorite pastimes; I love time spent with nature’s finds. Having a place to share writing & photography is ideal.

      Jan

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