“The midnight hour” #poem #poetry #verse

When the midnight hour 
Ever nearer does draw 
A darkness profound 
Invades the realm 
For to denote the unfolding 
Of the great interlude circadian 
That imponderable mystery nocturnal 
An interval unfathomable 
Which since the dawn of time 
Has bestirred the visions of those who dream 
And pacified the souls of the weary

Now the night spreads a shroud of inky violet 
Over the world below 
And assumes its dark hue
The fatigued for to gather
As to the call to slumber 
They do harken
Whence amid the stillness
Deep within the recesses of their bedchambers
Upon their pillow 
Supine at last do they recline 
As abed they do repose awhile 
The call to dormition for to heed 
As a profound silence settles upon the realm 
~ d.a.simpson ~

Image: Joakim Honkasalo (jhonkasalo) on Pixabay 

24 thoughts on ““The midnight hour” #poem #poetry #verse

  1. I love the first stanza, how it reminds us how little we humans really know about the functions of sleep.

    Have you ever considered recording yourself speaking your poems and sharing them?

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  2. Thank you for your perceptive comments on this poem. Indeed there is much that is hidden, in this lifetime.

    Thank you too for your excellent suggestion about recording myself speaking my poems then sharing them. Although many do this, to great effect, it’s not something that I currently feel drawn to do. But I shall keep it in mind.

    Very many blessings always in all that you do.

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  3. Spoken word is definitely a different proposition, and I understand not feeling drawn to it. I write stories and can share them more easily than my music sometimes.

    I look forward to reading your wonderfully penned written creations. 😊

    The written word creates a beautiful connection where writer and reader meet in the middle. Intended meaning or meanings by the writer clash rhythmically with the different interpretations picked up by each individual reader.

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  4. You have summed up my own thoughts on this matter absolutely perfectly. I prefer to let the reader interpret the poem in their own way even if it differs from my original intention. Usually the reader reads the poem in the way that I wrote it, which is interesting because we are all so different and approach things in a unique way.
    As for reading the poem aloud, this could oblige the hearer to only hear my interpretation whereas they might derive an interpretation more applicable to their own situation if they had read it independently of my “voice”.
    Thank you for kindly sharing with me your thoughtful throught provoking musings.
    Many blessings

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