Nothing To Say

Sometimes at night when I want to write,
I find I have nothing to say.
Words in my brain get in my way,
Failing my fingers clicking the keys.

Cruising the cabinets of my mind
Rummaging through collections of words
Naming the experiences of my years
I am never disappointed.

I find writers whose words settled on me like ideas,
now my treasures to explore at will:
Barbara Kingsolver and the Monarchs that failed in their migration
Yet gave direction to a soul in flight mode;
Donald Hall’s poem that said kicking the leaves in the Fall
Is like kicking Death. I now kick leaves every Fall;
Rosemary Gladstar’s formula of herbs to prevent or heal the flu;
Thanking her and God for Cold Care Capsules; and  
Naill Williams’s view of Clare County, Ireland, draws me to my ancestors.

Continuing to search a life’s bank of words, I find
References to family and friends no longer living,
remember the gifts they left behind:
Nancy and my first smell of fresh peppermint tea,
Pastor Anderson who called my name, saying,
“Things don’t just happen; people make them happen.”
Smiley, a student whose smile lit the room.
Daphine and her daylilies that bloom in my garden in June.
Minton and his love for God and dirt and small details in nature.

A smile, a daylily, a Monarch in flight
Drift into the mind of the writer at night.
Searching a long life at the end of the day,
The writer wants words, something to say.

Ptc

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

5 comments

  1. Oh, Ptc,
    How can nothing & something collide so well in living these lives we live? Nothing. Something. Everything to tell. Words stir around, and we try to herd them. In times of our attempts to gather them & invite them to speak, just maybe they have to rest…and are quite taken by our experiences! Haha I love to read your poetry. You are such an inspiration to your readers. One thing I love about your work–it pulls the reader back to reread. It’s always interesting, informative, and inspiring, too.
    It’s nice to see you back on board. 🙂
    Jan

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  2. “A smile, a daylily, a Monarch in flight
    Drift into the mind of the writer at night.
    Searching a long life at the end of the day,
    The writer wants words, something to say.”

    Ptc,

    What beautiful pictures you paint with your pen.

    “Cruising the cabinets of my mind
    Rummaging through collections of words
    Naming the experiences of my years”

    What a splendid process, splendidly told. That is what
    poets/writers do, and yet you find a unique and engaging
    way to confirm it.

    The cabinets of your mind hold many treasures. Each time
    you share a poem or an article, you give us a gift.

    Thank you,

    Sarah

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  3. Hi Ptc

    I ,too, have rummaged through the cabinets of my mind for something to write. What I really like about this poem is the way you find inspiration” digging into words of past writers and then remembering the gifts God has given you through, people. nature and family. Indeed those special people and things are sacred ideas waiting to be expressed in some form of writing or art. Thank you for sharing this, it is most uplifting.

    A smile, a daylily, a Monarch in flight
    Drift into the mind of the writer at night.
    Searching a long life at the end of the day,
    The writer wants words, something to say.

    Good counsel to the writer.
    My best
    Wendy

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  4. I love the way the details
    bring the memories imprinted in the mind, heart and senses
    to life.

    A pleasure to read.
    take care,
    Kerri

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  5. Ptc

    Even nothing turns out, in the end, to be something 🙂

    Who of us hasn’t been there: itchy trigger fingers but no bullets in the barrel?

    Your nothing covers a wonderful range of everything, where gratitude seems to be the underlying key.

    Best wishes,

    Mark.

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