Mary Angela Douglas


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

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

Topic(s) of this poem: dreams, light, night, poet, poetry, writing


Comments about I Wrote On A Page Of Light by Mary Angela Douglas

  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (7/18/2017 9:06:00 PM)

    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 (5/2/2016 5:56:00 PM)

    I love this poem. Thank you for this. (Report)Reply

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  • Norah TunneyNorah Tunney (4/11/2016 5:50:00 PM)

    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 DouglasMary Douglas(4/11/2016 6:02:00 PM)

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

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  • Bharati NayakBharati Nayak (4/9/2016 10:05:00 PM)

    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. (Report)Reply

    Mary DouglasMary Douglas(4/9/2016 10:10:00 PM)

    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 MairDenis Mair (4/9/2016 8:21:00 PM)

    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. (Report)Reply

    Mary DouglasMary Douglas(4/9/2016 9:18:00 PM)

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

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 9, 2016



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