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
they push against each other
and flow like water…. that’s nicely done!!! That’s how thoughts and words should work.
Thank you so much, Rajani 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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’.
Thank you so much, Kim 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
The muse is a lover…so true!
Definitely 😉 thanks for stopping by, Toni ❤️
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.”
Thank you so much, Susan 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
“when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
like confetti”
That is gorgeous.
Thank you so much, Shawna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
I am a night writer. And like your poem suggests, there is something about the night that breeds creation–in words, in thoughts, in kisses. The muse is a night lover.
Thank you so much, Magaly 😀 so glad the poem resonated with you ❤️
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.
Thank you so much, Ron 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
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,”
Thank you so much, Ellecee 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
dreamlike ~
Thank you so much, Michael 😀 so good to see you ❤️
There is something very elegant about the whole poem. I really enjoyed the empathetic mood.
Thank you so much, Kerry 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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.)
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 ❤️
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”
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 ❤️
This is lovely, Sanaa. Yes, those words are so seductive!!
Thank you so much, Angela 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I like how you write about the night and its inspiration. Your poem is lovely.
Thank you so much, Myrna 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Your muse knows sensuality…he/she has inspired you to write it beautifully
Thank you so much, Susie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Late night, and muse as a lover……….wonderful to contemplate.
Thank you so much, Sherry 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
So sensual and evocative Sanaa.
Thank you so much, Linda 😀 so good to see you ❤️
I love the idea of words falling through the air like confetti. This is beautiful Sanaa!!
Thank you so much, Carrie 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
This is beautiful…the images moving through a nightscape vivid and beguiling.
Thank you so much, Chrissa 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
This is so beautiful Sanaa and a delight to read. I particularly liked, “when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air like confetti”
Thank you so much, Robin 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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… 😉
Thank you so much, Margaret 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
“how do I surrender to sleep
when words in the wisp of silence fall through the air
like confetti,”
Yes indeed How?
much love…
Thank you so much, Gillena 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
Much🌼🌺love
“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…
Thank you so much, Panchali 😀 so glad you liked it ❤️
Words pushing together, and falling like confetti through the air!
Thank you so much, Sara 😀 so glad you enjoyed it ❤️