Tonight, like many nights before
I sit here hunched over my desk
Pen in hand, a lamp above my head
Waiting for the voice that comes
When earth sleeps and is quiet
Sleepless, I wait for silence
To whisper words I can write
Into verses with rhythmic splendor
That soothe, dance and flirt
With minds of kindred spirit
I feel betrayed for the voice of the night
Failed to speak to me as it did to Frost
Speak now! Wretched voice of the night!
Have mercy and send a mist
For the well spring of this poet’s heart
Is parched and has run dry
Speak now and let me feel once more
The joy of romancing with words
Let me write again or I shall be
A mistress to poetry no more!
I am enjoying your writings, so full of truth, meaning and heart. This one sounds loud and quiet, in the hours that we are alone with ourselves :)
I really like this one, Jemarie. What poet has not had that same feeling? You write very well...so I think your muse must be whispering into your ear. I find my muse to be more present in certain places, like Hawaii...or Sedona, Arizona. I can depend on the poetry at both those places. Raynette
I do like his one and agree with it and with the good comments it attracted. Best regards, Sean
This is great. We have all been there plowing through our minds for the words that fit our mood, that sparks that makes you say YES that feels good it flows. But when it comes and you look at the words you have tied together it is so satisfying whether others like it or not. Poems are a snap shot of your emotion at the time you write them that is why they give out so much passion.
A sublime depiction of the intricacies of poetic creation in solitude. A witty reflection, highly relatable. Thanks for sharing Jemarie.
When the mind is quiet and still Faint voices will come floating in So just sit and wait as lovers do For the song to start and a poem begin........ Great Poem by you Madam. I invite you to my page too for your comments please..........
I admit I read your poems because your name was on my comment list - so glad I did - they are beautiful and this one speaks to the heart of everyone who calls themselves a poet....
I admit I read your poems because your name was on my comment list - so glad I did - they are beautiful and this one speaks to the heart of everyone who calls themselves a poet....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Another fantastic poem from Jemarie Ragudo. This poem speaks to all of us who have ever struggled to find the words that express our inner selves. Jemarie makes it look easy.