Midnight Lament

[miyako73]

Have you spent hours after midnight
Staring at the dangling petal of a rose
Surviving in a thirsty, broken vase?

I have.

I probed its orange that was tangerine
Like the fiery dusk of a late-afternoon sky
Depriving my eyes of a glissading moon.

[Hawkman]

Good poem miyako. I have personal reservations about "glassading" but it's a very evocative piece with good rhythm and pacing. Hauntingly eloquent, I would say.

Best, H

[hillwalker]

A beautiful image and so delicately drawn and coloured in for us.

H

[PrinceMyshkin]

How much of a present moment is packed into these 7 lines!

[miyako73]

Thank you, guys for the comment.

I use "glissading" as an allusion to dance, a spectacle to watch.

[lallison]

Superb. No joke, absolutely fabulous. Very, very poignant. Thanks!

[Bar22do]

Have you spent hours after midnight
Staring at the dangling petal of a rose
Surviving in a thirsty, broken vase?

I have.

I probed its orange that was tangerine
Like the fiery dusk of a late-afternoon sky
Depriving my eyes of a glissading moon.

Your poem effectively evokes a keen sense of sadness...
I've just spent over an hour gazing at a young pigeon whom I saved, wounded, from cats' paws in the garden (I probably shouldn't have)... It now sits protected in my porch, bewildered, and I have no idea how to help it, for it cannot fly.
Your poem seems to come as a reflection...
And its powerful. Best - Bar