Soft Midnight

Soft Midnight

A Poem by WillaDanvers

I shouldn't stay up so late because it messes with my brain


Talking into the AM,

Connections being forged,

Memories played to a tune,

Words passed back and forth,


Learning of new things,

Finding mistakes and errors,

Troubles spoken lightly,

Smiles hidden under midnight,


Found something that’s not right,

Unable to speak her mind,

She waits with encouraging words,

Only so much one can do,


Something she understands,

Only all too well,

Past, present and clearly future,

She’ll do again until past remains,


Maybe it’s only a page,

A chapter or a whole novel,

She can’t determine,

But that doesn’t change the fact,


She shall help if you’ll take,

It doesn’t have to be obvious,

Hidden under midnight,

With soft spoken words.




© 2018 WillaDanvers

Author's Note

First draft, please be nice

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This work presents an interesting technique. It's almost a stream of consciousness flashing of thoughts, some of which seem to have no connection to the others. I think there is a pattern hidden under these unusual verses, but I am unable to give it a name. A message seems to be hidden within them, but I am unable to decipher it.

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Thanks. it all falls into place now.

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Added on September 16, 2018
Last Updated on September 16, 2018



Auckland, New Zealand

I am a part time poet, who's words sometimes ring true but otherwise have only gathered information from music, stories or a singular feeling. Anything really. Enjoy the words, and leave a few kin.. more..