The Curse of Late Night Inspiration

by BlueJay   Sep 3, 2016


At midnight language breaks,
there are no longer words for
the things that probably should be said.
by the time one am rolls around
we're beginning to watch the lights dim.
my soul speaks for me with kisses
in all the right places.

two am's wrapping on the windowpanes,
but Darling we can't see a thing
and the music faded out forever ago.
finally three gets here
I know it's all a dream
because you are nothing
more than a wall.

a heart of stone frozen in time.
skin too rough for hugs.
And a mind so closed even
Berlin looked like Legos.

midnight is more unlucky than black cats
ladders and the number thirteen
all wrapped together.

because you Darling are one hell of a mystery.

* All punctuation, grammar and lacking capitalization WAS intended *

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  • 11 months ago

    by hiraeth

    Judging Comment

    I really enjoyed this stanza:

    "a heart of stone frozen in time.
    skin too rough for hugs.
    And a mind so closed even
    Berlin looked like Legos."

    That said, the ending was perfect for this poem. The poem paints this sense of utopia and progresses slowly to deconstruct that utopia, but you cannot ascertain as to whether the deconstructed utopia is actually a dystopia, or something between.

  • 11 months ago

    by Maple Tree

    Judging Comment

    This love poem is very striking and unique, I was pulled in by the word usage and entanglement of emotions. Just beautiful!!

  • 1 year ago

    by cassie hughes

    Sorry I have not got around to commenting before now.

    This is a wonderful piece and one that I am sure would have won the club challenge if we had had enough entries to go to the vote. Excellent write. :)

  • 1 year ago

    by Ben Pickard

    An excellent little write, Maddy. Nominated.

    Ben

  • 1 year ago

    by Em

    This is genius