I ... entered the poem of life, whose purpose is ... simply to witness the beauties of the world,
to discover the many forms that love can take. (Barabara Blackman in 'Glass After Glass')

This blog is not, 'Here are my very best poems'. It's for work in progress, subject to revision.
Posts may be updated without notice at any time. Completed work appears in my books.

21 April 2010

The Night is Full

The night is full of white noise
which sings constantly, just
beyond the edge of hearing.

What are its messages —
if they could be deciphered?
How can I separate out the words?

You want me to come, now,
and I want to come, now,
to some poetic conclusion.

We would like it to be
both simple and profound.
We would like it to be illuminating.

It should have a feeling of rightness
without being too obvious.
We might gasp with delight.

But the nature of white noise
is not like that; I think it’s anti-poetic.
It is both there and not there.

But it’s not a paradox either,
just an awkward fact, with nothing
riding on it, hanging on it, whatever....


NaPoWriMo Day 21

3 comments:

  1. "Some poetic conclusion"... I enjoy that thought. :-)

    With Gratitude from another NaPoWriMo poet. We're almost there!

    Read My Day 21 here,

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  2. @Gerry Many thanks!

    @Julie Warm thanks to you too. Loved yr Day 21, also glad to see the links you're using. (However won't add new prompts to what I'm already up to this month; will reserve them for later.)

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