I Wrote On A Page Of Light Poem by Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America

I Wrote On A Page Of Light

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I wrote on a page of light;
it vanished.
then there was night.

then there was night and
I heard the lullabies
and then there were dreams.

and when you woke
there were roses, lilies
things so rare a someone so silvery spoke,

or was spoken into the silvery air that

you couldn't learn words for them
fast enough.
and then,

you wrote on a page of light.

mary angela douglas 9 april 2016

Saturday, April 9, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: dreams,light,night,poet,poetry,writing
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rajnish Manga 18 July 2017

Great imagery and a wonderful portrayal of the charms of nature sequencing beautifully. Thanks. and when you woke / there were roses, lilies things so rare a someone so silvery spoke,

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Patti Masterman 02 May 2016

I love this poem. Thank you for this.

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Norah Tunney 11 April 2016

Uplifting, inspiring, full of mystery and delight Thank you mystery This wee poem lightened my day What an original and excellent title Full marks

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Mary Douglas 11 April 2016

The wee poem and I thank you very much. Very happy to shine a miniscule star on your day.

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Bharati Nayak 09 April 2016

An inspiration came, it came in a flash and vanished, then it came in dream singing lullabies, filling the heart with bliss, but the inspiration, so swift, so fast, so beautiful, and so could not be captured in words, but it leaves an indelible impression on your heart-a page of light.

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Mary Douglas 09 April 2016

Thank you for writing so beautifully about the very real short history of the way the poem arrived. God Bless You. I wasn't thinking of it at the time but it did come like the speed of light and thank you for helping me understand that.

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Denis Mair 09 April 2016

Fine phrases all through. Here a short lyric offers plenty of grist. ...A someone so silvery spoke, / or was spoken into the silvery air, in a way that you couldn't learn the words fast enough. Your unfolding notions are writing on a page of light. You say I wrote, but in fact you are WRITING this poem. The past tense marks the reflection of self upon its ongoing activities, as does the shift from I to you. The self immerses itself in that page of light; it also confirms that writing transpires.

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Mary Douglas 09 April 2016

What you wrote is all true. Thank you for seeing into the little poem so deeply. Bless you.

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Mary Angela Douglas

Mary Angela Douglas

Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America
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