I wrote on a page of light;
it vanished.
then there was night.
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Uplifting, inspiring, full of mystery and delight Thank you mystery This wee poem lightened my day What an original and excellent title Full marks
The wee poem and I thank you very much. Very happy to shine a miniscule star on your day.
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.
Thank you for writing so beautifully about the very real short history of the way the poem arrived. God Bless You. I wasn't thinking of it at the time but it did come like the speed of light and thank you for helping me understand that.
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.
What you wrote is all true. Thank you for seeing into the little poem so deeply. Bless you.
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,