The Welsh poet, Dylan Thomas, when asked what compelled him to read and write poetry, said "because I had fallen in love with words." I too have had that same love affair with words throughout my life as a teacher, a poet, and as a reader. It is my hope that this blog be a continuing conversation about poetry and writing.
An Ongoing Conversation on Poetry
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Lamp Glow
Lamp Glow
Christopher Bogart
Cold crisp air frosts the autumn night.
The amber moon plays hide and seek
Bare trees –
Bearing limbs –
Leaves rustling in the night air.
Persistent breezes
Inundate –
Articulate –
Then vanish
As quickly as they arrive.
Old homes,
Sentries of the silent streets,
Silent pasts,
Rest in the shadows of present darkness.
Glowing lamps
In bow windows
Shed warm light:
A welcome
To the night traveler,
Tempting him to stay,
To delay
The journey he needs to make,
The destination he can’t forsake.
Dry leaves skitter-scatter
Before his feet.
Beat.
Retreat.
Tumbling ahead of gusts,
To scurry to the curbs below.
Lead onward then,
With lungs full of cold, dry air.
Hair tingling,
Mingling
With the feeling
Of frosty evenings –
Precursor of the long cold winter
Yet to come.
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