Night clings to window sill.
My heart notices and awaits
Hope that comes like a pinpricked star
escaping cloud cover.
There in scrolling heavens,
she strolls, picking best blossoms
for bouquets that she breathes to life
and sets like snapshots
of her life and thoughts
and intake of breath.
Perfumed essence trails sighs,
and weaves amidst low and lowly
to inspire a loftier ideal.
She is that face against dark
windowpane, breath on a cold night,
sound of holy hum
stroking literature alive
with soft taps to heart.
It is night. I await sudden
appearance of a name, a sigh,
a simple phrase, to waken me.
She is my Night Hope,
I open curtains to my heart for.
Author notes
I do not even have a guess how many Night Hope includes in her circle of friends and admirers. But I hold it holy that she draws me in and inspires me.
Written May 16th, 2006
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"She is that face against dark
windowpane, breath on a cold night,
sound of holy hum
stroking literature alive
with soft taps to heart.
It is night. I await sudden
appearance of a name, a sigh,
a simple phrase, to waken me.
She is my Night Hope,
I open curtains to my heart for."
Me Too!!!
I thank you Carol, for sharing this Gem!
~ Nicholas
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I do not know how many I have written for her, but there are hundreds that she has inspired. Ty, pen friend..
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Wonderful
A really magnificent dedication and beautiful tribute. A pleasure to read and enjoy for its delicate placements of perfectly turned phrases and quietly contemplated poetics.
David Michaels
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Wanda and I were introduced by another friend here and we had instant commonality and camaraderie.....her writing touches me in places that needed a tender stroke...to heal.
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sweet
That is sweet that u dedicated a poem to someone. The wonder and peacefulness in your poem makes me see this person as a wonderful , caring person. Is this how u picture them? -
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Thankyou for this wonderful metaphoric journey in verse
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You are welcome. She is this to me.
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Night clings to window sill....did you mean to THE window sill?
Anyhow, this was beautiful....and a wonderful tribute to someone...I've never been able to write to other people like that, not well. Blah. I'm rambling. Awesome job, keep up the good work!
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As we write, we are on a journey, and int hat journey we meet dear people whose words, phrases and themes touch us and tech us ways to relieve ourselves of life.
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a beautiful poem
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tks pk, you, too, know the way of her words...such solace there is in associating ourselves with such.
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Sounds like an angel to me To be so inspired by someone speaks volumes of their nature, and only exemplifies why they are so well loved. A lovely tribute.
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and so it IS her nature that drew us together...
check out some of her writing and you will udnerstand.
http://allpoetry.com/Night%20Hope
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EXCELENT
I remember a many a night the dream was the same but the windows changed over the years . I whispered to the lady in the window looking back and asked for her to stay stong for love will come
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ah, to be sure....we have , we have, set our lips to that pane and she heard.
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Soothing
Nothing crude, nothing rude, it was simply beautiful, soft and serene. and the judges say 10, 10, 10! ok perhaps i've been watching 2 much t.v. but it was very lovely.
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lol, thank you so much. I am organizing my work and deleting a bunch of no chancers...lol... so I was glad of your 10, 10, 10...lol..
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ty pen friend.... Wanda resurrected this for me...god love her.
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please read the rules only one entry per person thank you
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awww!!! this is awesome. we both have very good taste in friends and writers. thank you for reading my write for the same dear poetess and i wish you the best of luck in this contest. i am looking forward to reading more from you. hoep2makeit
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"She is that face against the dark
windowpane, the breath on a cold night,
the sound of holy hum
stroking literature alive
with soft taps to the heart.
It is night. I await the sudden
appearance of a name, a sigh,
a simple phrase, to waken me."
Ooohhh...Oh, dear Lady...what a magnificent poem, my sister of the Soul...I am so very honored, my Friend...How very beautiful this is...Ahhh, I think I shall weep now...Thank you so very much, Carol. Wanda
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"There in the scrolling heavens,
she strolls, picking the best blossoms
for bouquets that she breathes to life"
Aaah, yes... that is Night Hope and you wrote it so well, Carol. A precious gift this is to a wonderful woman and amazing poet who draws all of us into the circle of her hand. Beautifully written.
~ Nicolette
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many nights we spent rambling around the halls of AP...I never feel alone here.
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Very nice write that you had done for night hope I am sure she appreciates it good luck in my contest
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