For Poets United: Poetry Pantry #309
About That First Poem
I think that we’re beginning to remember that the first poets didn’t come out of a classroom, that poetry began when somebody walked off of a savanna or out of a cave and looked up at the sky with wonder and said, “Ahhh.” That was the first poem.
Do you remember that first time?
Lying on your back, looking up
at a midnight blue sky, seeing
your first shooting star?
Shimmering light, moving
with speed, a streak against
that deep blue velvet. Straight
line focus of absolute certainty,
there and then gone.
No matter the hours, days,
months or years, you will
wait. Yearning to catch
another such glimpse,
longing to see, to hear again
the poem it left singing silently
in your soul.
Elizabeth Crawford 7/3/16
Notes: Spent some time this past week exploring quotes about writing poetry. Found this gem from one of my favorites and my thoughts began dancing. That happens a lot.