I spent most of my life longing for light and running from the darkness...
Yet one
evening, while standing on the red rock cliffs behind our house, I noticed that
the shadow of another cliff was coming to eclipse my own shadow where I stood.
It was marvelous watching my shadow disappear into the larger shadow! So
marvelous, in fact, so thrilling, that I ran home to the east so that I could
experience it again and again and again as the sun set beneath different land
forms. By the time I got home, I had been eclipsed perhaps eight times.
What was
the thrill of this? Well, I think that it was in part due to a new attraction
to darkness. I spent most of my life longing for light and running from the
darkness. This newfound curiosity about what had once scared me brought so much
freedom, so much openness.
I have been recently drawn to the work of Rilke that also explores the darkness. For instance, this first line: You, Darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world ...
I have been recently drawn to the work of Rilke that also explores the darkness. For instance, this first line: You, Darkness, that I come from, I love you more than all the fires that fence in the world ...
Why not
try a little shadow swallowing of your own at home ... It was so fun, so
powerful.
(To hear Rosemerry recite her poem, click on video)
Still Life at Dusk
It
happens surprisingly fast,
the
way your shadow leaves you.
All
day you’ve been linked by
the
light, but now that darkness
gathers
the world in a great black tide,
your
shadow joins
the
sea of all other shadows.
If
you stand here long enough,
you,
too, will forget your lines
and
merge with the tall grass and
old
trees, with the crows and the
flooding
river—all these pieces
of
the world that daylight has broken
into
objects of singular loneliness.
It
happens surprisingly fast, the drawing in
of
your shadow, and standing
in
the field, you become the field,
and
standing in the night, you
are
gathered by night. Invisible
birds
sing to the memory of light
but
then even those separate songs fade,
Poet Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer “is a chanteuse of the heart,” says poet Art Goodtimes. She served two terms as the first poet laureate for San Miguel County, Colorado, where she still leads monthly poetry readings, teaches in schools, leads writing workshops and leaves poems written on rocks around the town. Her most recent collection, The Less I Hold, comes out of her poem-a-day practice, which she has been doing for over seven years. Her work has also appeared on A Prairie Home Companion and in O Magazine, on tie-dyed scarves, alleyway fences and in her children’s lunchboxes. Visit her website here for ideas about writing, and to read her daily poems click here.
~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~
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