Midnight Clarity

Rookie (Isles of Scilly living in Barbados)

Midnight Clarity Poems

81. Wet Water Weather 2/5/2008
82. The Perfect Lover 2/5/2008
83. I Count Six Colours 2/9/2008
84. Monet Moments 2/9/2008
85. Hope Springs 2/9/2008
86. Sunday Morning November 11th 2/10/2008
87. Living As Life Is 2/11/2008
88. Wild Wild Wehite Horses 2/11/2008
89. Wake Up Call 2/11/2008
90. The Disadvantages Of Now 2/11/2008
91. Let Us Sing 2/11/2008
92. Valentine Wish 2/12/2008
93. Just Listen 2/12/2008
94. Missing Things 2/12/2008
95. And Love Is... 2/13/2008
96. Valentine Fib 2/13/2008
97. Bathing In The Sun 2/13/2008
98. Moments From A Hurricane 2/13/2008
99. Watching Tantrums 2/11/2008
100. Body Parts 2/11/2008
101. Drivetime 2/12/2008
102. That Sweet Space 2/12/2008
103. Being There 2/15/2008
104. Lonely Is A Taste 2/15/2008
105. Of Stars And Frogs: The Denizens Of Night 2/15/2008
106. Pale Lilac 2/15/2008
107. One Drop 2/15/2008
108. Let There Be Light 2/17/2008
109. Darkness Walking 2/17/2008
110. Night Fears 2/17/2008
111. Waking Up 3/1/2008
112. Belief In Faith 3/2/2008
113. Invitation 3/6/2008
114. Under The Morning 3/9/2008
115. Hummingbird 3/20/2008
116. Half Life 3/20/2008
117. The View From Here 3/21/2008
118. Poet's Passion 3/21/2008
119. Go Fly A Kite 3/23/2008
120. Dreamtime 3/23/2008

Comments about Midnight Clarity

  • p.a. noushad p.a. noushad (1/10/2009 5:50:00 AM)

    your poems touch me deeply

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Best Poem of Midnight Clarity

I'Ve Never Met You

I've never met you
yet I miss you,
miss the feel, the touch
the sense of you;
your gentle fingers
on my cheek,
strong hands to guide
me through the dance,
a subtle smile that says
I see you,
in your eyes, on lips
that whisper
sweet forevers in my ear
and I need you, soft
against my throat
I miss the sound
of laughter, night time snuffle
as you sleep, an arm across
my waist a safety net against
the dark, replacing night lights,
I've never met you
yet I miss you
miss the wit, the fire
the sense of you;
the you that ...

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Cycles

A drift of paper on the beach
leads the eye to water, not fit to drink
too salt, the sea, to be consumed
Light filters down between the salt
the sand stirred by the white froth
spoons of water’s edge made waves
Light glows across the restless
ever-changing bed feet burrow in,
risking the nip and pinch of tiny

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