Seated by an arching window,
let us read by candlelight and cobweb...
Let us wander where soft light
trims the outlines –
turning trees to shadows, shades fantastic,
full of lonely heroines
and knights enshrined in legends,
moved by moonbeams
beating where their hearts would be
if life were not a palace
fit for faerie queens
dancing to the claps of thunder,
banging cloud on cloud
like heaven’s tambourines
Dusting age off yellowed pages,
let us learn of long forgotten tales
and smile for all the vibrant lives,
anonymous in history;
for all the songs not sung;
for all the stories never to be told
by those who dreamed or
lived their constant nightmares;
for those who loved until, by death,
were cruelly interrupted –
and with this soft remembering
find some fragile hope
for when our own night comes
Let us not speak ill of poets,
let us know them all as friends –
as scribes engaged in understanding,
guiding magic from the angles,
holding life’s full beauty up:
a mirror to the readers’ eyes
in hope they might do more than look,
in hope that they might see
So, when a single quill is held
while eyes pose questions to a rose
about its secret meeting with the dew,
one so scarlet, one dressed so...
diaphanous...
let us raise a goblet by the river
and, with a hint of curtsey, a nod
or inclination of the knee,
let us toast the spread of wings, so white,
that make the Swan so rare
and therefore special
Author notes
With thanks to Night Hope, for her valued friendship and never-ending support.
In a list
- My Favorite AP Poets • next in list
- Beautiful Words by Beautiful People I Know • next in list
- List of Poems Written for Me by AP Poets (under construction) • next in list
A contest entry
- Swanee... How We Love You by PageTurner.
1050 points, ended June 16, 2008, 15 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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Such passions. You do the lady proud with your words, and she must surely think nothing but the best of them.
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"and with this soft remembering
find some fragile hope
for when our own night comes"
~ * ~
"So, when a single quill is held
while eyes pose questions to a rose
about its secret meeting with the dew,
one so scarlet, one dressed so...
diaphanous...
let us raise a goblet by the river"
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Memories slow the hovering hand
that holds the pen
gracefully tendered,
gratefully sworn,
although slightly strengthened
& torn by storms
surreptitiously sanctified
within gentled moments,
a compelling echo
one cannot endure
without parchment
& moonlight.
What a kind, beautiful, generous thing for you to do, dear Scribe. What a sweetly sentimental & deeply understanding piece this is, Peter. I had to at least try to respond poetically. Thank you so much, my Friend. Good luck in Nicky's contest, Sweetie. 
Wanda
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Swanee will love your chivalry and days of olde take, as I do. She always had a soft-spot for knights in armor and gallantry. I myself am sorta her Don Quixote, she of course, my Dulcinea Anyways, your remarkable rendering attending to Wanda's enormous heart, compassion, and Poetic proficiency was displayed on a canvas brushed with loving care and deep feelings, I love how you ended it...
"let us toast the spread of wings, so white,
that make the Swan so rare
and therefore special"
Yes, Let Us!
'clink'
A Treasured Tribute, Scribe.
~ Nicky♥
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