The Poem Comes
I am sitting in my sister’s gazebo,
far back on her river house lawn,
the St. Lawrence stretching before me,
the sinuous streaming of an immense silver snake,
the slick skin of its glistening back, rippling at a steady pace,
the metal tubes of the gazebo’s chime,
stirred to reverent song by fingers of air.
I sip my coffee, feel the butterfly wings of words everywhere
in my heart, in my mind.
I can feel it coming, another moment when I’m alive
as the silver-backed leaves, brandishing their beauty
on the branches of the maple trees,
as the bright yellow dusters of goldenrod, shaking
the shaggy clusters of their locks in the breeze,
as the busy robins who diligently feed their hungry young--
the frenzy of words, the fury of feelings, as I rise from the dead,
as I become the poem.
P.C. Scheponik is a lifelong poet who lives by the sea with his wife, Shirley, and their shizon, Bella. His writing celebrates nature, the human condition, and the metaphysical mysteries of life. He has published four collections of poems: Psalms to Padre Pio (National Centre for Padre Pio, INC), A Storm by Any Other Name and Songs the Sea has Sung in Me (PS Books, a division of Philadelphia Stories), and And the Sun Still Dared to Shine (Mazo Publishers). His work has also appeared in numerous literary journals, among them, Adelaide, Visitant, Red Eft Review, Boned, Time of Singing, WINK, Poetry Pacific, Streetlight Press and others. He was a finalist in Adelaide Anthology Contest 2017, 2018, and 2019. He is a 2019 Pushcart Prize nominee.
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