The Night Is My Blanket Poem by Richard Wlodarski
The Night Is My Blanket
The night is my blanket
Keeping me kindly warm
From insecurity
Her full moon bathing me
In purity of light
Her sky shining down stars
She blesses me with sleep
I dream of her in kind
Waking to meet her friend
Sincere THX, Kevin, for adding my nocturnal poem to your favourites.
Thank You, Dr Swain, for adding my nocturnal poem to your favourites.
the night as a comforting blanket of security bathed in full moon and starlight is a beautiful image
A night full of love and romance, I liked the idea and extended imagination about night. Full *****
Greatly appreciate your insightful and positive comments, Asim. Once again, Congrats on POD! Love that poem!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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8/5/2025 6:32:24 AM # 1.0.0
I never thought night as feminine; nor day as a friend.(or is the friend the sun?)
Leaving imagery to the reader's interpretation is part of the fun of writing poetry.