Welcome back to National Poetry Writing Month, Day Two. The folks of the NaPoWriMo universe made this a busy place yesterday! I enjoyed your company and comments and it was fun visiting some new blogs to see what’s going on in some other corners of the web-world.
Whisper
I walk the edge of your shelf
I wave away the dust
I push the errant tome
I see that you’ve been
re-reading that favorite.
I hop to the window
The sill is cold
I polish the pane
to let in the moon’s light
I sit and sip the offered cup
a thimbleful really.
I knew your mother long ago
and see her moving in you
I say a hope that your love
will land on the man
you’ll first meet tomorrow.
I whisper to you
He is the one.
He is ready to love you.
A beautiful poem, has an almost spiritual quality. I love: “I knew your mother long ago and see her moving in you.” Great imagery.
Awwww. Now I’m blushing.