Late night conversations with the muse

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In this velvet dark, the stars are somewhere behind
the moodiness of the clouds,
and muse is a lover,
a light upon a grassy hill that makes my fingertips blush,
the things I write are not dry
rather like the tone of a painting they push against each other
and flow like water,
there is something about late night that appeals
to the senses,
how do I surrender to sleep
when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
like confetti,
let not this conversation end
stimulating as long black,
as lips that bind the soul and eventually lead to
a better tomorrow.

 

Photo credits: Pinterest

Posted for Poems in April @ Real Toads

also for Midweek Motif @ Poets United

48 Replies to “Late night conversations with the muse”

  1. they push against each other
    and flow like water…. that’s nicely done!!! That’s how thoughts and words should work.

  2. This is pure velvety romance, Sanaa! That’s a fabulous line, the:
    ‘…muse is a lover,
    a light upon a grassy hill that makes my fingertips blush and I love the alliteration and imagery of ‘words in the wisp of silence fall through the air / like confetti’.

  3. WOW! Every line shimmers and I say YES, YES, to your hour and observations. How I love, “the moodiness of clouds”and “the things I write are not dry . . . “! “Let not this conversation end.”

  4. Many nights, I’m sure, the muse is indeed a lover. Sadly, sometimes (often, for me) the muse torments. Either way, as long as it leads us to words on a page, it’s good.

  5. I love this poem, it’s so gentle and sensual, I especially like the lines
    “how do I surrender to sleep
    when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
    like confetti,”

  6. Indeed yes, night is the time for conversing with the Muse, when all the rest of the world is quiet.

    (And ha, was that phrase I liked already a line of your poem before you wrote it in the prompt? I can pick ’em! And I’ve stolen it too, as you’ll see.)

    1. Hahahaha!❤️ Yes the phrase came to me while I was creating the prompt for Poems in April 😀 and served as a springboard later on for my poem. Thank you so much, Rosemary 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️

  7. Ooh, you caricature this allure of a late night so well — the art and the words all have a unique meaning when the night seems to be the only thing which is true. It’s an ode to the muse in a way. Beautifully rendered.

    Arz kiya hai,
    “Kaun hai jo nahi hai hajat-mand
    Kis ki hajat rava kare koi”

    1. Waah waah! ❤️ To that I would have to say;

      “Na tha kuch toh ḳhuda tha kuch na hota toh ḳhuda hota,
      Duboya mujh ko hone ne na hota main to kya hota.”

      Thank you so much, Anmol 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️

  8. when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
    like confetti,

    beautiful… I am probably more of a morning writer… I do write at night a lot but I often do a lot of editing in the morning… 😉

  9. “how do I surrender to sleep
    when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
    like confetti,”
    You use such evocative language to create poetry , Sanaa. So b e a u t I f u l…

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