The flush of well-groomed productivity
now cast off, a limbo day,
its vanilla fatigue
leeched into my bones
for my dreams to scavenge.

But here I sit
in this day's demise…
the urgings of a poet arise
and flicker
with midnight closing in.

Well, it proved to be productive at the end of the day. The contrast of the demise and arise sounds cyclic, like 'moods'.

This poem is like looking through a window at night and suddenly the stars appear. The tone and texture in your words superbly crafted to roam the poetic mind and invent a new and exciting universe. Oh, the magnitude! Peace...

Yes.... what Jadi said.... but I notice, too, that it is usually toward the evening, when things are still and the shadows are darker and peaceful, that I write. Like everything from the day is swept into this time and the words come...finally. Absolutely beautiful. And Lavonuna... thank you, too. I hole each of you in high regard.

"hold", not hole. Sheesh, that just messed up the karma, didn't it?

i'm glad Lav envouraged you to write! love the feeling this poem gives me.

the night is the inspiration for all. Great verse that gives tribute to the noble night.

Reflects me also like a mirror. Rock on sir!

visually enchanting... like a writer's dream... blessings...

Great POTD!! Congrats buddy :)

Congrats on POTD... *smiling* I think I read this earlier, and commented wondering where the comment went about friends and poetry how they seem to go hand in hand....

Creative look at the ending hours of a day. Definitely a mood piece, a bit melancholy, wistful. Congratulations on POTD!

Ohhhhhh, that feeling, you have captured it perfectly, and such a wonderful pick for POTD! Congratulations!