Audacious night is out there
scattering poems again
like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars,
all over the street of the sky.
Full of wonder,
at the open window,
all I can do is watch carefully
in case night accidentally
drops one in my lap.
Kim M. Russell, 23rd August 2018
My response to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Sanaa’s Challenge: On the edge of starry night, also linking up to dVerse Poets Pub Open Link Night and Poets United Poetry Pantry
This week, Sanaa has shared a beautiful poem by e.e. cummings entitled ‘The Hours Rise Up Putting Off Stars And It Is’, which she says completely blew her away – it did the same to me.
Sanaa says our frame of reference is the last line of this poem, which is: ‘in the street of the sky night walks scattering poems’; and that we can choose our own form or write in free verse.
Woww! 😍 This is so dreamy, Kim! ❤ I can picture the night scattering poems “like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars” and love the idea of one dropping into our lap.. sigh .. Beautifully penned! Thank you so much for participating! ❤
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Thank you for the brilliant prompt, Sanaa!
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This is beautiful: “like snowflakes, frost or fallen stars, / all over the street of the sky.” Lovely writing! I like the anticipation of a star falling into your lap.
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Thank you so much, Sherry.
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Like a character, in one of Terry Pratchett’s novel expressed, I just love how your poetry can take lethal balls of gases afire and turn them into shiny we miracles that can bejewel someone’s lap. Love the surreal yumminess.
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Thank you so much, Magaly. 😉
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Wow. Kim this is beyond gorgeous. You have such depth of feeling to Maine stolen, but totally recreated.
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Thank you kindly, Toni. I fell in love with the cummings line and couldn’t help myself. 🙂
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It is one of the lines I wish I had written. You did a beautiful piece of work with it. I love sitting and wondering if the stars will fall in ones lap
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AH, waiting for a poem to be dropped in your lap is such a well-penned thought. That’s what we all tend to do. I like the audacious nights and the wonder-filled mood that they create.
-HA
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Thank you, Anmol!
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What a lovely poetic tag you’ve pinned to cumming’s tail. Studying a night sky is being drenched in wonder–and all sorts of philosophic & poetic creativity can swirl out of the spangled darkness.
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Thank you, Glenn.
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Perfectly whimsical. I hope a dream drops on me like this one night. Charmed.
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Thank you V.J.
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Love this, Kim. The audacious night and your careful attention. The quadrille is such a great form — new to me — and you’ve used it so beautifully to pack a punch with every word.
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Thank you so much, Victoria.
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I want one too Kim. This is a delightful poem.
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Thank you, Grace.
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To compare a poem to a snowflake…love that … Oh yes, I want one too.
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Thank you, Susie. I’d love to send you a snowflake.
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Oh, that is such a delight, so exquisite!
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Thank you so much, Rosemary!
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So good – a quadrille fits this perfectly. Liked the idea of ‘audacious night’
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Thank you, Peter.
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Charming, love it.
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Thank you, Vicki.
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Kim, this is so delightful. I especially like, “Audacious night is out there
scattering poems again.”
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Thank you kindly, Ali!
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I hope it does, Kim. I’d have one as well, they sound to be lovely.
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Thanks Jim!
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A star studded poem. Very nice. Love the picture!
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oh oh Audacious night! Wow – now that is awesome. 😀
This is just a wonderful poem Kim. Word perfect in 44 – with such tantalizing and teasing images, bold yet delicate, and I love the ending – about being on “alert” – aware, waiting, just in case something falls into your lap;
and didn’t it just? this poem, is – ahem – stellar. (sorry, but hey, when a frosted shooting star comes whisking across the sky, and lands as these gorgeous words, this delicious and bold poem?) — well Stellar.
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I like the idea of waiting for a poem to drop in one’s lap.
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…the image of a star dropping in one’s lap… Priceless
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Thank you, Margaret.
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I just may have to wait for a starry night to drop a poem in my lap ~ if only it were that simple (or complicated.) I enjoyed this Kim.
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Thank you, Helen!
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One can hope, right?
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Hope is the one thing we all have. 😉
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It’s a great time to catch them from the skies as all of the thoughts of the day come floating down in the darkness. What a great poem this is.
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Thank you so much, Robin!
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Thankyou for taking the dreamy night and making it audacious. Perfect, and it talks to my teen self who sat at windows waiting for..something.
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Thank you for reading and commenting, and I hope something falls in your lap very soon.
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This is pure beauty of imagery!
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Love this!!
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I especially like the first two and last two lines. 🙂
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Thanks! 😊
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Wishing on ✨ ⭐️
So lovely, since we are made mostly of stardust when they fall in our lap it feels like coming home.
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We are stardust…
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I feel that poem.. waiting for some kind of audacious muse to drop some inspiration into my lap!!!
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Hi Rajani! Are you up early or late, waiting for a morning or an evening star?
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Tried both… but with the monsoon clouds, not a star in sight at any time 🙂 Was out travelling for a couple of weeks but alien skies were no help either! So it’s just a staring match now with the muse!! 🙂
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🙂
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Truly magical poem
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Thank you, Jae!
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Perfectly enchanting! I adore the sweet dreamy feeling you created.
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Thank you, Rommy.
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And on reading this yet again, I think of how we are made of the dust of stars and how the stars will return to us, to remake (?) us in to something new.
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😊🌌
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Beautiful! I love the idea of a scattered poem dropping in one’s lap.
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Thank you, Mary!
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Oh, night will drop a poem into your lap! i’m sure you’ve caught one or two before!
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Thank you, Susan!
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Such a magical spell of poesy. Happy Subday Kim
Much🌻love
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Thank you, Gillena! Happy Sunday!
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This is so lovely on so many levels Kim–I love how it feels in my mind and in my mouth as I read your words aloud–
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Thank you so much, Audrey.
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Love this! The close is wonderful and sublime. The kind of piece that leaves you with a smile ‘just ‘cuz’.
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Thank you, Wendy!
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Beautiful poem. Feels dreamy and hopeful.
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Thank you, Jabin.
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“Audacious night is out there
scattering poems again”
Oh, that line says it all! Beautiful!
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Thank you so much, Frank!
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My pleasure, Kim! 🙂
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Lovely poem. I especially like the words, “all I can do is watch carefully in case night accidentally
drops one in my lap.”
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Thank you for reading and for your kind comments.
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