Poem 406 – 00:00

Midnight, the sonorous sounding word
That conveys the point between two times,
Neither one day nor the next,
A moment of on-one’s time,
With aspiration to eternity
Between aeons, that collapses
In a second to become the second
After midnight.


Dear readers,

I have been rather unusually busy these past few weeks, so am doing something unusual to catch up. Over the next 24 hours, there will be one poem on the hour, every hour. I hope you enjoy some of them.

Kind regards,

The Hapless Neo-Romantic


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