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Excelsior to the Would-be Scribes

Mornings are made for paper and pens In the hands of a would-be scribe, At each day’s awakening between sun and shade And silence is coming alive. From out of the dark, the touch of a spark Of light on the distant shore, This time of day has always been made For would-be scribes for sure. When the mourning doves and whippoorwills Begin their ritual songs of life Of cooing, wooing and renewing Everything in sound or sight. And the would-be scribe tries not to hide His or her thoughts too deep, But let them all rise like dew in the sky And eagles to snowy mountain peaks. Let the words come forth Like cool water from a riverbed, Bringing thoughtfulness, kindness and ponderings Wherever hearts and minds are led. Let no one cease this ancient peace Of writing in early hours, The writer’s way of flying away Turning tragedy and tears into wildflowers. Let their words be heard and hearts be stirred In the twilight of the day, Excelsior to the would-be scribes And all they have to say. © Terrell Martin, 01/25/2025

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Mystic Rose Rose

Date: 1/25/2025 6:54:00 PM

Let their words be heard and hearts be stirred, my heart stirs every time I read a good poem such as this dear Terrell, glad you dropped by, always nice to hear from you dear poet

Terrell Martin
Date: 1/26/2025 5:05:00 AM

Thank you, Rose. I've been hibernating far too long and trying to re-engage with excellent poets (like yourself) and poetry once again. It's both an honor and a privilege to have you reading my poetry again and deeply appreciate your valuable time and thoughts. Write on, Terrell

Ilene Bauer

Date: 1/25/2025 12:36:00 PM

i very much enjoyed your poem, terrell, but it's not often that i write my poem in the early hours of the day. i'd rather be out walking as the sun comes up and see what i come across either then or in the hours to follow to write about, but to each his own...

Terrell Martin
Date: 1/25/2025 6:29:00 PM

Truthfully, Ilene, I write anytime the mood hits me - morning, noon or night but I was feeling "The Muse" early this morning and this was the result. More important, I found it ironic that you and I were both writing poems about writing poetry and posting them at nearly the same time. Somewhat of a synchronous event which always makes me feel more connected than usual to the event and those related as well. Just my quirky outlook so feel free to disagree but it's my story and I'm sticking to it! Thanks again, Terrell

Sotto Poet

Date: 1/25/2025 10:51:00 AM

Terell, you've written a stunning poem that appreciates the act of writing and the creative process, especially in the early morning hours. It shows the value of speech and the profound impact of words on those who aspire to be authors. Your stunning imagery and tactile language capture the peace and beauty of mornings. The phrases "touch of a spark," "cool water from a riverbed," and "cooing, wooing, and renewing" contribute to a rich, poetic sense.

Terrell Martin
Date: 1/25/2025 12:33:00 PM

Thank you, Sotto. Your thoughts mean the world to me because I consider you one of those rare and truly exceptional poets I can only aspire to become. I sincerely appreciate your thoughts on this small attempt at the practice of poetry. Thanks again, Terrell