Gold Against the Midnight
And all I can do
is sketch their golden petals,
blow them to the sky.
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A midnight carries them, even in day.
Who hears their cries?
Hearts pressed down by heavy flight,
until a sudden spark—
gold petals cutting the dark sky—
blooms from within.
Poem and digital art by Michele
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Love your photo and your poem that brings it movement.
Especially love: “a sudden spark—
gold petals cutting the dark sky—
blooms from within.”
I love the personified “midnight carries them”
Very nice – I especially like the image of
“gold petals cutting the dark sky—”
Beautiful picture and poem – For some reason I love that you started this poem with “And” as it continues the title and gives pause at the same time.
Talk about mood shift! This poem is beautifully plaintive, lamenting both the artist’s inability to sufficiently capture the moment and that flight at midnight: Who hears their cry? And yet, I do hear! And then, “a sudden spark” and “blooms from within” brings us up, hopeful. Love this!