(February 5,1951 / Little Rock, Arkansas United States of America)

I Wrote On A Page Of Light

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

by Mary Angela Douglas

Comments (5)

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