Kenneth R. Merrill Poet Iambic Pentameter

A Snowless Day

The trill of the Nightingale 
Reminded me of sleep—
As my mind began its wandering 
Through a vale of downy sweep.

And I became a Poet,
In my imagistic style—
Sharing tea with Emily,
If only for awhile.

Then the stars became as diamonds,
A billion-one, or two—
As I became a richer man,
If only for the view.

Till there interposed a Meadowlark,
As Emily would say—
My mind no longer wandering,
As began a snowless day!

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Gershon Wolf September 10, 2019 at 3:59 PM You'll always appeal to me with references to the greatest American poet ever, Emily D. I read her poems over and over and over again. Nicely done, Kenneth. ~ gw Kenneth R. Merrill September 10, 2019 at 5:23 PM Since I learned of my relation to her, I have immersed myself in her writings, learning what I can of her peculiar life—typical of her genius. Could I spend an hour with a figure of the past, it might be her! Thank you, Gershon ~ Ken