In a 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. 
(Hope you all don’t mind poetry! My creative writing course is noticeably influential! Always, Victoria) 

2 Comments

  1. Lesley on October 27, 2010 at 1:58 pm

    Beautiful poem. I enjoy your posts so much. You are wonderful young lady and your love for God shines through your writing. We were talking about you yesterday (with my oldest girl who has developed my writing gene – yeah!!) and how Christ shines through your writing.

    Praying for you.

  2. eastervictoria on October 28, 2010 at 1:59 am

    O, Lesley, what a beautiful comment! Thank you so much. I appreciate your prayers and will keep you all in mine!
    Hope this semester is going well for you all!
    Always,
    Victoria

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