She sighs in her sleep
swimming through dreams
that stroke her skin
in blue notes of a whale’s song
drifting through night-waves
his face drifts, dearly,
one wave ahead of her
as she surfs deep within surges
touching trembling tears of stars
strobing down the face of God
He knows her sadness;
knowing she dives, nightly,
into murky depths
where she is kissed
by her own dammed tears
hoping to forgive him
breath held is expelled
she stumbles
to dawn’s rocky shore
bared to the bone
by her silent slip into deep sorrow
I watch her and wait
for a lung-filled gasp
to signal her return
I tuck her moans
into a blanket
she wraps herself in it
one tired arm crossed over another
swimming through dreams
that stroke her skin
in blue notes of a whale’s song
drifting through night-waves
his face drifts, dearly,
one wave ahead of her
as she surfs deep within surges
touching trembling tears of stars
strobing down the face of God
He knows her sadness;
knowing she dives, nightly,
into murky depths
where she is kissed
by her own dammed tears
hoping to forgive him
breath held is expelled
she stumbles
to dawn’s rocky shore
bared to the bone
by her silent slip into deep sorrow
I watch her and wait
for a lung-filled gasp
to signal her return
I tuck her moans
into a blanket
she wraps herself in it
one tired arm crossed over another
Author notes
For Night Hope
In a list
- Beautiful Words by Beautiful People I Know • next in list
- Gold Poetry • next in list
- Written for Pen Friends and A Pack of Poets • next in list
- List of Poems Written for Me by AP Poets (under construction) • next in list
- My Favorite AP Poets • next in list
A contest entry
- Write From the Heart by Jersene.
825 points, ended May 7, 2007, 25 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I love the last stanza!


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ty InkstarRN...if you know her, you know she is worthy of nothing less.
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I love how you've tied the imagery in with the emotion. I felt this one, and ended reading with a sigh. Beautiful tribute to a friend. Excellent write! Thanks for entering!
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thank you, she deserves nothing less.
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strong tie-ins here...I see the traveller of dreams; the visions of the night; and the sadness in all the lines between. Blue
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ty Blue.....whatever I culd say without poetry would never be right.
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awww this was such a great write...i really enjoyed reading this..i also like the pic that you put at the top of your poem..this write flowed very smoothly keep writting your very talented
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ty, dear heart, I have been at this for a long, long time.
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He knows her sadness;
knowing she dives, nightly,
into murky depths
where she is kissed
by her own dammed tears
hoping to forgive him
By the end of this poem, I was gasping to take a breath and a sigh too,
this is such a touching poem for your friend, truly beautiful in its sadness, I feel a deep bond of friendship in this one.

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ah ty, pen friend. I appreciate your kind comments.
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You get a "Sigh" from me as well, this gave me goosebumps! Excellent penning from someone who clearly knows the soul of this woman and has felt her pain and sorrow. You are a wonderful friend to her and this was nothing short of a lovely tribute and there is no question this brought her to Tears! Your spirit, as well as hers is joined in this write, outstanding!
~Tia


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tks , Tia, as are you...I know..I know
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Remarkable and touching
I found myself feeling wet, cold, and tired, and so expectant for that big breath...so transporting and compelling; wonderful writing here...PK

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tks pk, pen friend..
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"He knows her sadness;
knowing she dives, nightly,
into murky depths
where she is kissed
by her own dammed tears
hoping to forgive him"
"I tuck her moans
into a blanket
she wraps herself in it
one tired arm crossed over another"
Sighhh...This is just too damned beautiful for words, my Sister. Ya got me. I've got huge tears coursing down my cheeks. The only real forgiveness I seek is that for myself, Sweetie; I think you know why. I should have known. I should have stopped it somehow. I should have been able to see it coming, instead of being blindsided by it. God, Woman. We understand each other so well. I love this poem, my dear Friend...but not nearly as much as I love you...Good luck in the contest, Lady...You're always, ALWAYS golden to me...
Wanda


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ah...you know...
at one job I was working at, I was working 12 - 14 hours a day and then more time in the isolated community. I was simply getting worn down. In came a fax from the director at the other campus... "Please let me do my job! tks, God"
See, we are not that pwoerful, all-knowing, and when we figure that out..we are able to forgive ourselves a little more.
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