Midnight sings
Midnight stings
Midnight stings like a remembered slap
Four red skin-streaks
as bright as cut fruit or silence,
Bolder than hot coal, more present than now.
I adore midnight
in untroubled solitude
in uproar and tremor
aftermaths dulled and forgotten.
All troubles come here to be magnified and shorn
an ever-hurtling pit stop
subtle and cryptic
like the silencing of a many-belled cacophony.
My history stops here to writhe and stumble, and eventually
is blunted to a damp hiss, and numbly tomorrows.
I like this poem. I like the part where you wrote “more present than now.”
What does “numbly tomorrows” mean? Is ‘tomorrows’ a verb? Is numbly an adjective?
Yes, “numbly tomorrows,” adjective, verb.
Fred and I contributed every other line, so it started with “midnight,” and then Fred wrote the first line, I wrote the next line, and so on.