Wednesday, January 18, 2012


Waiting For the Magic to Hit

I know
If I wait long enough,
Sit quietly long enough,
Listen long enough,
Some small miracle
Will present itself.

Perhaps the sun will dance
In silver slippers on the water,
Or the wind will become visible,
Bullying the snow ahead of it.
I might see the silver flash
Of a hunting ermine,
Or hear the voice of an icicle
Weeping at its own demise.

I can breathe the world in
Through nose and eye and ear
Breathe it out again through the pen.
Silence and language meet
In the mind of a poet.

13 comments:

Tabor said...

This is a wonderful poem. It makes me smile and remember the golden importance of patience in living eachday.

Pauline said...

You have that patience too, Tabor :)

Reya Mellicker said...

Beautiful. Made me smile.

Out on the prairie said...

We sometimes overlook the simple things around us that are so beautiful. Lovely words

Kerry said...

What a perfect poem.

Do you really have ermine near you? How I would love to sit quietly and catch a glimpse of that.

Molly said...

I have seen the sun dance in silver slippers on the water! Breathing the world in "through nose and eye and ear, I wish MY pen could breathe it out again as elegantly as yours! Beautiful images.....

Star said...

Lovely poem. I really enjoyed it, especially the lines 'Perhaps the sun will dance in silver slippers on the water.' Just beautiful.

Pauline said...

Glad, Reya :)

OOTP - I try to remember daily...

Thanks, Kerry. We do indeed have ermine here and if I sit quietly enough along the riverbank I can sometimes see one or two...

Molly! I've read the breathings from your pen and they are wonderful!

Thanks for coming to read, Star :)

Brian Miller said...

there is such serenity in your words...and yes i think we could use some more of that sitting long enough for the miracle to find us...smiles.

Pauline said...

Brian - and then there are folks like you who see the miracle all the time...

deb colarossi said...

oh, I've missed you.
getting back into blogging/blogs after some family stuff.

Pauline said...

Deb - that poem you posted about your son's stay in the hospital was stunning. Hope everything has settled down now and all is well...

Judith said...

You've outdone yourself here, friend and poet!