Tonight’s poem was inspired by Robert Frost’s, “Wind and Window Flower” from his first collection, A Boy’s Will. Suppose that the boy who began writing, willed poetry through all sorts of circumstances that were not conducive to verse, to arrive in this time. Uncertainty breeds a certainty of in sharing words I have spent my life collecting. Enjoy and share with a friend.
Dreams nudge the conscious mind awake You are missing something you need to see Says the image fleeting, too quick, too slight. Grab hold of the ether and swallow it. Taste for a moment what it needs to show. Two doors have opened: one to lightness The other, darkness. Not the quiet chirp Of crickets mating darkness. Not the stillness Under faintest of lights sprinkling down Like confectionary sugar to sweeten life darkness. No, this second door has opened to Darkness demanding: Make a choice! Decide now! Now! The crickets and stars await in these hours Of stillness, sparking poetic riddles. We face a choice Between Light and Darkness. Like the winter Wind that returns to watch its beloved flower Through a Frosted glass pane falling into a love The slightest crack would expose both to death. Wind neutralizing summer dancing between Pedals of the rose like dewdrops gathering To welcome morning’s bright penetration of stillness That ignores the simple mating calls and confectionary Sugar dusted from the stars. The flower unaware Of the sting that winter brings, listens to its mournful Howl, intoxicated like the sirens’ Sailors. This love is not pure. If we crack this window What we invite inside our room Will watch our precious flower tremble At the loss of warmth and light As it withers and dies. We face a choice.
(C) 2020 Stephen Fuller