2:00 AM – dverse
When midnight lamps
Paint the world in silver
And shadow seems to shout the only truth –
The hunger comes.
When honor seems to slumber
Thoughts sprint to find where darkness hides
And restraint is someone else’s virtue
The hunger comes.
Darkest night
Whispers doubt as every question’s answer
Cling to hope that dawn must rise once more –
until – the hunger comes again
bwfiction 
I love the way you use hunger in this poem. I feel passion, temptation in this.
Also, when midnight lamps paint the world in silver…. that’s a killer line.
Really wonderful!
thanks
Love the way you use ‘hunger’. We get that it’s not necessarily physical hunger, yet it is such a powerful metaphor; you convey that sense of aching, gnawing….
A really good rhythm in the powerful lines
darkness is a time that evil can more easily hide, and therefore, temptations are a lot stronger. Your repeated phrase of “the hunger comes” perfectly fit the tone of your poem…and the tone of 2am
Thanks Bryan
Hunger and darkness…as opposed to raiding the frig at night….it’s poetry about
the need for love, the comfort of food an analogy to the honor of the night, a pledge to do right.
“Cling to hope that dawn must rise once more –
until – the hunger comes again”
Beautiful. I like the repetition as well.
Very nice piece, Bill – with, once again, a great repetitive line – a clarion call.
But for me, at 2:00 AM, when the hunger calls – it’s warm milk!
Have a good one – Randy
you make me long for a long night of thoughtful reminiscing.
I like how you left hunger to be defined by the reader–just like a valuable painting is left to interpretation. Well written 🙂
thanks – the power in poetry is picking words that can have several meanings, that allows the poetry to have meaning to the reader – writing that works on several layers has always been difficult for me. I’m glad it worked here.
I agree…poetry of all kinds can be seen as a linguistic puzzle just begging to be solved
in prose we want to be exact and precise, in poetry we want to be precise – but to allow multiple layers of understanding – which ( to me ) is the place the emotional content of poetry rides.
Never thought of it that way..thanks for the insight 🙂
love to chat anytime, or if you want to suggest a word, or ask why this one instead of that – it’s great fun.
Do you ever write found poetry?
haven’t tried that. Perhaps it’s a good idea for a dverse prompt
Super fun. In fact, I use my old writing scraps and blend, etc. so that everything I write has purpose one way or another 🙂
good idea – do you have a favorite line you’ve penned ?
would you like to be a guest host one day with your found poetry ? Let me know.
Most definitely! I’ve never been one before. It seems like an experience I would like to try 🙂
cool… I’ll pass it along.
“And restraint is someone else’s virtue”
Fabulous.
Yes.. the hunger of passionate midnight lamps do come..
to instill a love of light.. in path of human truths
come pleasure.. pain.. in tween..
life.. is real.. in passion play..
when all is love as
night and
light..:)
Interesting. A hint of the supernatural, almost like the wolf man. But then again that hunger translates over well.
yes, the hunger is the metaphor for what we cannot control or quell. – thanks
hhmmm… yes. Night means different things to different people. What a coincidence to be puzzled by points of view and then come here and view the different comments, and how wonderful you write and touch all 🙂
thanks – you’re very kind…
layered hunger!!..a perfect 2 am poem…
I’m in this realm of hunger right now!
🙂
“Restraint is someone else’s virtue”–wow, that sums it up, doesn’t it. Well done.
This is eerie stuff here. Well done.
Magnificent! & a wonderful piece.
where does your inspiration come from?
Beautiful poem.
sometimes inspiration comes from sorrow Charlie – the poetry seems to write it out. thanks
The repetitive “the hunger comes”….an ominous phrase of such simple words. I have to wonder about that hunger…if it is physical, spiritual, evil….excellent poem.
I think it’s a metaphor for an addiction that is not satisfied. A heroin addict I knew told me that it was always the night that was the hardest to survive
I always think of vampires thanks to The Hunger. A friend of mine, a recovering coke addict always referred to it as The Hurt, what she felt. Your explanation makes a lot of sense and indeed, we all seem to feel a vulnerability alone, in deep night.
I love this:
“When honor seems to slumber … And restraint is someone else’s virtue”
Even when one thinks that hunger is abated, it seems to surface again…in the darkest of night! 2 a.m. seems a likely time!
Bill, you nailed down the paws of darkness, shook the curtains free of fog, & like Bjorn, I find that the “hunger” can be synonym & metaphor for diverse choices, deepening the meaning(s).
mmm yes, doubt is certainly more prominent at night when your’re tossing about and can’t sleep.
Although many things come to mind at 2 am, I am fortunate that hunger isn’t one of them!
This is just wonderful. A poem to read over and over again.. I could read so much into that hunger.. so many things.
Wow Bill! You are so talented my friend. Hugs to you and Janet.
Hi Belinda – check here at bwthoughts.wordpress.com to see my daughter’s talent 🙂
You must be so very very proud of your favorite youngest daughter! And you both look incredible! Huge hugs
Thanks – I am proud, but I am more proud of the person she is and is becoming. I am sure you feel the same for your boys.
YES! To watch them evolve and come into their own beings, living their dreams, it is by far the greatest reward!
when my kids ask me what I want for a present for my birthday I always say ” Live honorably”
Yes Bill, with integrity, what greater gift! Your daughter’s work is amazing my friend.