Wednesday, November 23, 2005

My Heart Listens ...

This winter night

like no other I have

known, trees glisten

with newborn snow,

shining armor that

seizes the moonlight,

sends it dancing

down the corridors

of my mind. Oh, this

quiet night, my heart

listens to the song

and dances, too.

© 2005

(published in Winter, 2005 issue of Brave Hearts)

This poem was written during a few quiet moments on Christmas Eve, 1997. You will note that it was published approximately eight years later. Patience, my writing friends. Patience.

During those eight years it received many tweakings (that happens almost every time I look at something I've written) ... and, because I keep track of such things, I note that I did seven major revisions.

It was sent out about twenty times, and came back to me, for various reasons. Patience, remember? Ah, but then it arrived in the right place at the right time, pleased an editor, and was published.

I glory in that, not because it will make me rich or famous, but because I believe poetry is meant to be shared. I am delighted that this piece is being shared with Brave Hearts readers, and now with you.

I don't remember the weather on the evening it was written. Wintry, no doubt, with cold winds and falling snow.

It reminded me of so many winter evenings when I was growing up. What beauty the snow brought to the countryside. What magic there seemed to be in that transformation. What music seemed to enter my being. How my heart danced at the thought of tomorrow.

And now, all these years later, my heart still "listens" ... and dances when it snows.

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Today's word: newborn

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

LOVELY POEM, I LOVE IT...............HAPPY THANKSGIVING.....................STORMIE

Anonymous said...

A perfect poem for today.  We got our first snow, quite a bit of it, too.  It's very pretty.  I like the term, "My Heart Listens."  Robert, I have abandoned my AOL journal unless and until the ads are removed.  I was wondering how you feel about the ads being tacked to your work.  Happy Thanksgiving.