Let there be light…

People talk about writer’s block
– about being over-faced
by the blank page
but to sit down with a blank page
and pick up your pen is to
dive into the liminal space
through the portal of the page
breaking the smooth surface
making a splash
wearing the threads
of previous thoughts
oft rehearsed but still
essentially, feeling naked

We swam in the waters of
Mahon harbour on a night when
the little side bay was filled
with phosphorescence
took a hand full of water and
slowly released it back into the main
and in our hands
and in the falling water
individual creatures gave forth a
tiny burst of light.
but swimming through their midst
the lights coalesced
into a ghostly glow around our bodies
all semblance of individual
creatures, words or events
subsumed into the glow

Later rowing our cockleshell boat
we traced our path with
pools of light left in our wake
where the oars had dipped in
and disturbed the
creatures distributed
in the depth beneath
motion was transformed into light
pale radium green, glowing
under the Mediterranean sky
– and to think
these motions are
always present
the glow – the pools of
light even when we can’t
see them – blinded by
the greater light of day.

The light of luminescence lives
in my mind as a memory
fixed by processes
still unfathomable to
the very minds that
try to comprehend
– axons and nuclei
and who knows what
– as ungraspable as those tiny
light-emitting creatures
like words on a page they
appear unpredictably
have their moment
and disappear into
the stream of time
into the past
as we authors swim
across the portal
climb out on the
other side of the pool
and only then
turn and look at
the patches of
light we have left in our wake
astounded at the
words filling the blank page…

© Andrew Wilson, 2024

Tonight is Open Link Night over at dVerse Poets Pub and  msjadeli  is our hostess. I wrote this in my AWA writing group a few weeks ago and it seems to follow on from my post before last – contemplating the process of poesie…

21 thoughts on “Let there be light…

  • June 6, 2024 at 10:41 pm
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    Andrew, such a fine piece of writing. Truly magical in how you morphed from the physical to the metaphysical.

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    • June 6, 2024 at 10:57 pm
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      Thank you Lisa – it is a very productive group I join online…

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      • June 7, 2024 at 8:34 pm
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        Well it appears the blank page has met the pen of fine thoughts and creative poetry. One never knows what will come through the portal.

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        • June 8, 2024 at 6:27 am
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          Indeed Truedessa – such fun…

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    • June 6, 2024 at 11:04 pm
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      Thank you so much, Sadje…

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  • June 6, 2024 at 11:17 pm
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    Great Andrew.. You present the challenge and then bring it all so wonderfully to life here… Inspiring…

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    • June 7, 2024 at 5:27 am
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      Thank you Scott…

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  • June 7, 2024 at 7:45 am
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    I feel as if you’ve been inside my head, Andrew! I love the metaphor of diving, ’breaking smooth surface […] making a splash’, and yes, ‘feeling naked’. I felt included in the experience of swimming ‘on a night when
    the little side bay was filled with phosphorescence’, so beautifully splashed onto the blank page.

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    • June 7, 2024 at 12:22 pm
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      I.m glad it resonated with you Kim…

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  • June 7, 2024 at 4:36 pm
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    Andrew if I have left even a glimmer of light behind, I’ve accomplished it all! I love this line in your very thoughtful poem ~~ “the patches of light we have left in our wake” ~~ Yes, the lady had quite a mysterious smile.

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    • June 8, 2024 at 6:17 am
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      Nonsense Helen – you blaze a glowing trail through the portal of Poesie…

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  • June 7, 2024 at 6:31 pm
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    and to think
    these motions are
    always present
    the glow – the pools of
    light even when we can’t
    see them – blinded by
    the greater light of day….. makes my heart happy to read that. What a wonder.

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    • June 8, 2024 at 6:24 am
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      Thank you Debi – can’t resist waxing philosophical…

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  • June 7, 2024 at 7:37 pm
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    That would be a very cool and surreal experience, Andrew. I love how you drew the comparisons in this one. The poets glow always left in our wake!

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    • June 8, 2024 at 6:26 am
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      It was indeed Dwight – an unexpected bucket list item – and never expected a poetic metaphor to follow, forty odd years later…

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  • June 9, 2024 at 12:03 pm
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    Love how you describe the phosphorescence! And the analogy with writing. Enjoyed this, Andrew.

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    • June 9, 2024 at 3:56 pm
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      Thank you Sunra…

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  • June 10, 2024 at 3:32 am
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    Beautifully evocative of the writing process, inspired and inspiring!

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    • June 10, 2024 at 5:33 am
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      Thank you so much Dora…

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  • July 15, 2024 at 1:37 pm
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    This is one of my favorites of yours. I especially love the idea of
    “wearing the threads
    of previous thoughts”

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