In Mid-Night

A poem I wrote in my junior creative writing class, 2010. It was inspired by my late-night drives back from Bible study, after sticking around to get a few more words in with the very handsome leader. I am now married to that very handsome Bible study leader.

in mid-night

Midnight

Tastes like burnt coffee,

Metallic and scalding,

From the back hot pot,

Of the machine.

Bitter, never sweet.

Midnight

Feels like the wind,

Whistling through,

Open car windows.

My favorite song,

Blasting on the radio.

Midnight

Is a lingering look,

Just before we parted,

Halfway glances,

Revealing full truth.

Midnight

Is my joy in yesterday,

My hope for tomorrow.

And the clock strikes twelve.

4 Comments

  1. Bek on May 8, 2014 at 11:43 am

    “Halfway glances
    revealing full truth.”
    LOVE!

  2. Catherine on May 8, 2014 at 11:56 am

    I totally remember this poem! And Libby’s assignment and teaching. 🙂 It’s good!

    • Victoria on May 8, 2014 at 3:56 pm

      She was SUCH a wonderful professor. I miss those classes with you and all the other writers 🙂

      • Catherine on May 8, 2014 at 5:35 pm

        She was great! I can see her hand in my poetry that I write today, I learned so much from her. And that Intro. class was one of the best classes.

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