My Love of Poetry

I love poetry. There is just something magical about a poem that can transcend the page and it’s words and move through you. I wouldn’t say that I know all the great poets out there but I do have some favorites. I love poetry by e.e. cummings, T.S. Elliot, Robert Frost, Shakespeare (sonnets), Sylvia Plath, Lord Alfred Tennyson, Emily Dickinson, Walt Whitman and Pablo Neruda to name a few.

poetryI spent a significant amount of time writing poetry during high school and college. I remember the first time I saw the movie Dead Poets Society.  I wanted to sneak away with a book of poetry and have a secret poetry society like they did. I had the opportunity when I was attending the College of Eastern Utah in 1991-1993 for my AS degree to start our first ever literary magazine. The Nighthawk Review featured poetry and short stories by the students who attended CEU. It is still going strong to this day. I was so happy to be a part of it’s beginnings. We would often gather at someone’s house on the weekends and just write poetry. It was so much fun. Professors Dr. Jan Minich and Nancy Takacs were my mentors and are also well known poets in Utah. I learned so much from them and will always remember their words of wisdom.

The following poem was written back in December of 1995. I dedicated it to Bartolomeo Cristofori, who was the inventor of the modern day piano. Prior to this there were harpsichords and nothing that would resonate with dynamic sound. If you struck a key hard it would play at the same tone in volume. The piano made music dynamic and moving. I also gathered inspiration from pianist David Lanz who wrote a song called Cristofori’s Dream dedicated to the same man. Here is a video of Lanz playing his song. Close your eyes and enjoy.

Here is my poem. I love music and I hope my words convey the gratitude I have to be able to play this beautiful instrument.

The melody was so
sweet that it
on his fingertips
like molasses
after a heated day.

Dripping with
of a
past long gone,
once they danced
kissed under the
moon lit sky.

The keys shining
black and
revealing a roadmap
to the senses
those feelings
to our being.

He saw the vision
painted in
his minds’
eye, or
heard in the heart
of dreams
he began creating
tool of wonder.

Bouncing up and down
back and forth
so gently upon
those notes,
the hands of
a simple man
made magic
the angels stopped
to listen.

by Rebekah Grow

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1 Response

  1. Debra says:

    Very beautiful Rebekah! Keep writing!

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