Ed Hopper

[the quiet poet]

In the bright light of night,
I sit, sorrowful in shadow.

My eyes stray into the street,
where paint dries on pavement.

The bald man behind the bar
arouses a dark desire for drink.

Coffee, heavy caffeine would do,
though beer is by far better.

Hopper is my heavenly host.
I, too, am a nighthawk.

[Tom Watson]

Even though I am not certain who this Ed Hopper is, the words and imagery in this poem are mesmerizing and bring rise to my curiosity..
who IS Hopper?

Tom

[Gillian]

One of my favourite artists........nice one QP

[moonflower]

your words brought this scene to life!..and Gillians visual added to the view..beautifully done Quiet!

[Tom Watson]

Oh, that was Ed Hopper....amazing how the painting reminded me of your poem....

Tom

[the quiet poet]

Thanks all.

[buttterflies]

lovely painting, lovely poem. ...ya know, you are really good at this, Quiet... i remember one other time i read a poem of yours that was based on a painting... i saw the painting in my head just from reading yours words, even before i knew what it looked like... :) thanks for sharing its beauty.

[bags123]

[gordy]

i wish i could get into art .......although the way you write your poems it is almost like a painting, layers of imagry and colors and emotions, you draw people into your writing almost like a painting sometimes can draw people in....great job

[heinzs]

[heinzs]

[the quiet poet]

[gordy]

hey! youre back

[moonflower]

such a joy to read this again! ..(hey, my maiden name is Hopper..i wonder if we are related..must do some research )..

its good to see you back among us!