The Midnight Hour Comments

You've reminded me of those wild feelings of first love Hazel.....alas they don't survive if they are not reciprocated. In those early days there is no pain as bad as unrequited love. Another fine write from the heart.....Great work!

your every write is not to criticise or seek any comment but realse after which a long breath is needed to take. reading of your poem means to set the soul free n let it fly breaking all shores of life. The surprise is I still long for my sweet song, Melody without melancholy, Truth without your cunning, A price to be paid, To high for mixed up me, The midnight hour has turned wickedly sour, I long for the enchantment, I long for me.

your every write is not to criticise or seek any comment but realse after which a long breath is needed to take. reading of your poem means to set the soul free n let it fly breaking all shores of life. The surprise is I still long for my sweet song, Melody without melancholy, Truth without your cunning, A price to be paid, To high for mixed up me, The midnight hour has turned wickedly sour, I long for the enchantment, I long for me.

very beautiful written and as I say about most poems.... you have truly made me speechless.

What a poem! Your style is very new. Rhymes between gap. Sailing with a south-west wind, blowing on the wide blue ocean, /Plenty of time, for plenty of notions, / Reaching inwardly to the past, searching for that elusive magic potion, . Well done, Hazel. You poem is like you.

So obvious really, the way you've expressed this; we're kicking ourselves for not thinking of this and that on every line. Great stuff!

You have a great way to express memories in such a pronounced fashion! !

We all have memories.. and you expressed in a way that everyone cant... you are amazing..

Do we always feel that what we have lost is better than what we have? well expressed.

beautiful ink.liked it.

Hi. Awesome! but I can see a tragic shift of attitude from ethereal optimism to an earth bound cynicism. Poetry moves through our lives or simply we live poetry? ? ?

Memories are such a wonderful thing as is your amazing poem.

Aha bittersweet memories. I so lovd how u rhymd cute n flute. So nice to read u again. N dis was fabulous real life fantasia.

'twas a great reading....really a beautiful poem.... I was flowing throu' your words.... Such a wonderful poetry... Memories ne'er die as long as we've love Top marksss! ! !

Sweet sorrow of nostalgia. Beautiful write my dear poetess. I love it

You are really a true poet.

If only I had been wise then, played the game differently, I wonder would you have loved me too, Great Hazel.

Midnight fantasies wander wild, In midsummer night dreams of lost love chide.