Infusing
my Being
within the soothing silence
of a moonless night
I heard her soulful song
springing from the ageless fountain
of her sighing heart
Spellbound by the mystic melody
of her lovelorn longing
I paused for a little while
on the shady shore
of the restless river of Life
What has brought you here
my friend ?
Is it the heart of a man
who has captured
your light-woven dreams
in exchange for
some hollow shells of hope ?
She gazed at me
with tender eye
while whispering
the secret
of her soul’s nostalgic ponderings
into the receptive night-air
It is The Beloved
Who is calling me Home
but the river is mighty
and the light of my faith
is growing dim
Beaming
with childlike joy
I received the nectar
of her sacred words
within the Holy Grail
of my heart
realizing with delightful wonderment
that her yearning
is none but my own
Honeyed tears
of recognition
dripped from my inner well
of gratitude
fuelling her lamp
with the oil
of wholeness
She gently closed her eyes
and on the dawning smile
upon her cupid-bow lips
I realized
that she has found
her way Home
Author notes
for night hope, the sighing soulstress
http://allpoetry.com/Night%20Hope
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A contest entry
- Power, Placement, Perspective by JM Kenyon.
900 points, ended May 11, 2007, 34 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Marion...Ahhh, you know me far better than you may realize, Dear One. I have said these words before...we may "know" someone for years & never really know them at all...then there are others...the moment we look into their eyes or hearts, we know them immediately. I felt that with you, from our first encounter, when you called Carol "Mother" on her poem. Yes, we ARE a part of one another. Be it because we are human, because we are women, because we are artists...it makes no difference why, really. It just IS. Yes, you even know me better than my own two brothers...which is one reason I found AP to be such an epiphany...I'd never encountered so many souls before that were similar to my own...so many people, searching for the same things, wanting to express the depths of their hearts in a creative way that would embrace others. Yes, Marion. You DO know me. Welcome to my newest & eventually, my longest list, my beloved Sister. It's called "Best of the Best: My Very Favorite Poems on AP". You belong there. 
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Oh this is just Wanda all over and so beautifully soulful as you read the words. She is such a magical poet, I'd be lost without her words to read, well deserved gold here C
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how kind of you, dear cheryl ...
I must admit that I don't "know" wanda as closely and perfectly as you do, on a personal level, but I sense that I do know her soul, her essence, in a very intimate way, almost like she is a part of me and I of her ... I am sure it is the same for you ...
thank you again for sharing your loving kindness so generously ...
much love,
marion
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Yes you have described the feeling personally so well. I have always believed that poetry needs to start in the heart, be written from it and felt in the heart of the reader, if someone can do this then they achieve a type of perfection that not necessarily is it the best poem but it leaves you with so much more than just words on a page C
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excellent~
Penned so beautiful...
Filled with style...flow and grace....
It was like flowing down a gentle stream never wanting to stop reading....
The imagery is breathtaking in this poem....
Congrats on the gold as well
Hugs
Susan~~~
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What a beautiful tribute this is, so deep and truly understanding your poet friend, Night Hope
I think she has found home too, I think you know where home is too, This reminds me a bit of Dorothy finding home because Wanda is from Kansas
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Power, placement, perspective
You have it all right here in this elegant, spiritually warming write fantastic write!
s and best wishes ~Genie~
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Thoughts powerful enough to change the world have been abundant in the history of mankind on this earth. Thoughts powerful enough to lift a pebble are as rare as total goodness in a human being. I guess in your poem you expressed the occurrance of such a scarce instance. Thoughts can transcend space and time and the limits and pardoxes inside it. If we knew how to think well, generating thoughts at will as described in your poem, we would be free. It set the subject of your poetical endeavour free. How wonderfully you expressed it. Thank you for creating and sharing. I enjoyed being on this page to read and ponder. Take care,
Chris
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beautiful
Now if she were a cat that night
It would not seem dark as that
But when her Tom Cat has it right
And knows the heart of lady cat
All within their souls is light
Upon their shared Welcome Mat
Tiki Cat
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Oh...oh...ohhhhhhhh this brought me to tears.....
"the secret
of her soul’s nostalgic ponderings
into the receptive night-air
It is The Beloved
Who is calling me Home
but the river is mighty
and the light of my faith
is growing dim"
she flares with faith that there is more to this...
Oh, how gentle a touch this poem was....how you speak of her heart.... nicely done. -
healing cherishing
mentoring recognizing
re-memberin -
the touch of you, relating to a kindred spirit
so deep you feel and feed her
presenting it so she gets succor and good returns
knowingly you reflect her journey and turns,
which heal the self to come together and share
dragonis
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So sweetly told...
A gracious tale, born of the Telling, taking in a true measure of a blessed being, our sweet Night Hope. Wondrous imagery painted in pure strokes from the Heart.
Be ever bright sweet light in the night'
Rahad
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Very impressed
I loved the flow of this especially this being your very first abstract write. A few key points that you might want to keep in mind:
1. Neccessarily, you don't need a 'full' complete sentence to get your point across. Take these two excerpts from you write...
'Spellbound by the mystic melody
of her lovelorn longing
I paused for a little while'
AND...
'while whispering
the secret
of her soul’s nostalgic ponderings
into the receptive night-air'
With the first excerpt, simply drop the 'her' and it would go like this with still making sense:
Spellbound by the mystic melody
lovelorn longing- pausing
for a little while
Second excerpt:
'while whispering
the secret
of her soul’s nostalgic ponderings
into the receptive night-air'
Abstractive suggestion:
while whispering
the secret
of soul’s nostalgic ponderings
into the receptive night-air
Notice how that even though I had removed a word from both of those passages, the lines still made sense.
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"Spellbound by the mystic melody
of her lovelorn longing
I paused for a little while
on the shady shore
of the restless river of Life"
I am most honored by your lovely, soulful words, my Friend...Beautifully penned, elegantly described...Thank you so much for writing this for me, for Carol's wonderful contest...Good luck, Sweetie... Wanda
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Such a gentle, soothing flow to these lines, that take us on this journey to the end. Home at last...
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This is the first of your poems I have had the pleasure to read, and I found my heart in a familar place as I read the words, learning the importance of planting and tending my own garden.
This is a supremely tender view of our Night Hope (and your thoughts), both our poet and the metaphor of her name. You pull me into such gentle rhythms. Lovely. ~ Karen
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A lovely write. Elegant. Beautiful imagery, flow and tone. Lovely depth of emotion. Beautiful metaphor. Excellent word choice. Lovely alliteration and assonance. So serene and calm is this lovely story poem dedicated to night hope. Well crafted and a most enjoyable read.
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You have a lovely rhythm here, with appropriate pauses to gather what is said. The story is lovely, a sharing of faith and hope.
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Very soulful and suitable sigh. Nice touches of alliteration and great metaphors.
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