Thompson Emate Poet Quatrain

Wild Is The Night

Wild is the night that wants to have us in its chamber,
The soul ascends from its carriage in slumber,
It sojourns into the mysterious,
Strange is the encounter sometimes serious.

Wild is the night when there’s a presence in your room,
There’s a hanging gloom,
You can barely sleep,
The eerie is out of the deep.

Wild is the night when silence speaks volumes,
The uncanny communes,
There’s a search for light,
In glorious symphony until daylight.

Wild is the night when there’s a summon to another time,
It’s a walk in a different clime,
The hidden is unveiled,
Turbulent seas are sailed.

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Edward Ibeh January 17, 2025 at 3:29 AM Heartiest congratulations on your win in my contest with this wonderful poem, Thompson. I thoroughly enjoyed it Thompson Emate January 18, 2025 at 9:35 PM Thank you, Edward. I'm honoured.

Christuraj Alex January 16, 2025 at 11:55 PM "Wild is the night that wants to have us in its chamber", "Wild is the night when there’s a presence in your room", "Wild is the night when silence speaks volumes", "Wild is the night when there’s a summon to another time" - Multiple facets of wild nights. Congratulations! Thompson Emate January 18, 2025 at 9:37 PM Thank you, Christuraj. It's an honour to have you stop by. I'm grateful.