It seems that much of my posting lately has been classwork from Creative Writing class. Fortunately, there is more in life happening than that, but I don't have the time to convert thoughts and happenings into posts for my blog. In any case, I'm posting yet another poem from class. It is a riddle, and a bad one at that. We were writing off of writing prompts and this is the unedited flow of thought from my mind. Strangely enough, when my writings were workshopped in class this week, this was most people's favorite even though I spent the least amount of time on it. It still needs work, and I plan to make it more obvious what the answer to the riddle is. Speaking of, it wasn't really intended to be a riddle... but that's another story. Without further ado:
Night Song
Silence falls, a soft blanket 'round about me.
Light tiptoes out of sight, quietly closing the door behind it.
Stillness encircles me, slowly pressing inward.
I wait.
The world is hushed, no busy noises ringing.
All ears asleep, all vibrations have ceased.
I let a tiny breeze sweep through me,
But softly.
No beams of light illumine the room,
The darkness muffles all about.
My shining silver here can hide,
Muted by dark.
Motions of tickling fingers are stilled.
No movement will now disturb
The peace and deadened stillness.
My keys tingle.
Now, in quiet undisturbed night
Devoid of glaring lights and bustle,
I lift my voice, my melody--
I sing.
15 comments:
By the way, one day I will reveal the answer to the riddle, but I am interested to hear guesses :)
Your night song is your quite time with God. A time when you can be alone with Him, vulnerable and praise Him.
That's really cool! I especially love the line "Light tiptoes out of sight, quietly closing the door behind it." But...I don't see a riddle in it. Well, if I'm supposed to be finding one, I'll say that your night song is prayer. Except, what is your shining silver?
I am flattered by the spiritual connections you both found, but the poem is not quite so abstract. In the poem I identify myself with/as a specific object. (I'm using personification :P)
But I do appreciate those applications and they could both fit :)
Dear friend Kristin, I enjoy(ed) your riddle immensely. It reminds me of the pianos in the music building late in the evening (perhaps because I had the joy of seeing you there the other day). But a piano is not made of silver...?
Well, I was originally thinking about a piano, but you usually apply religious themes to everything you write, so...
Very Creative. I'm glad you are now a question maker!
Ohhhh, I think I'll have to disqualify myself because you told me the answer...
Rest assured I would never had gotten it of my own volition :)
Yes, definitely a piano, but I still am trying to figure out why the melody now sings in the dark? Perfect picture of a quite stage Kristin. It makes me think happy thoughts to read poems that are so descriptive and beautiful. Thank you!
Hey Kristin, have you considered submitting this to the Legacy competition??
no it is not a piano - though I thought so at first!
But I'm disqualified also - being in the same class I heard the explanation...
maybe try the wind instruments...
(hint, hint)
oboe?
Flute?!
Hurray for Kelsey! It's a flute :) Here were the clues- the tiny breeze, the shining silver, and the keys (ok, so the keys probably were more harm than help, but...)
Anyway, I have slightly revised the poem and changed the title to Night Song of a Flute because it was never intended to be a riddle per se. Thank you all for indulging me by guessing :D
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