Where Poets Go
A Tribute by Janita Black


I know where poets go in early morn.
They wander to the sunrise, toward the dawn.
They meditate with clouds where thoughts are born
And there remain until their words are drawn.

I know where poets go throughout the day,
They go to secret places and pretend
They hear no thunder of a coming poem
That rumbles on a thought of gentle wind.

I know where poets go to close the day,
They're chasing setting suns with pen in hand.
They cast a shadow on some word or phrase
And weave a poem tightly with each strand.

I know where poets go deep in the night,
They're chasing dreams across a velvet sky,
They pull out words of sorrows that have been,
And write them with a teardrop in their eye.

But I can't know when poets close their eyes
And wander past the point of no return.
Perhaps they have eternity to gather words,
To write them on a heavenly sojourn.

Yet, all the more I wonder what to say
In time of parting with a Poet Friend,
I'll hear the thunder of his words or phrase,
And rumbling of his thoughts within the wind.

Copyright © 2001 Janita Black

Judson Palmer
In memory of Judson Palmer, who said, "I'm like a honey
suckle vine: pull me out and I'll just keep on coming back."

About the Author

      Janita Black lives in Ringling, Oklahoma with her husband Bill. She has five children and six grandchildren. Janita has been writing since childhood. She has won several Poetry awards and is a member of the Southern Oklahoma Writers' Guild and The Poetry Society of Oklahoma. She was published in "The Colors of Thought." Janita is currently writing her first novel. She also enjoys oil painting and music.

Reader's Comments


An outstanding work that I will remember with many a sigh and with a tear in my eye.
kay lee <kaylee0717@aol.com>
- Tuesday, October 30, 2001 at 21:29:13 (EST)
In your sad poem you have expressed something that is so much harder to say in prose. A fine tribute.
cecile hare <cecilehare@go.com>
- Friday, October 05, 2001 at 18:10:21 (EDT)
This is such a beautiful poem and convincingly straight from the heart. The sun shines a little less brightly when we lose a writer.
Lou Harper <luharper@prodigy.net>
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 01:44:54 (EDT)
A lovely tribute!
Sue Turner <SusanT1466@aol.com>
- Tuesday, October 02, 2001 at 01:43:53 (EDT)

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