A Time for Poetry

I almost detect a sense of humour in this: "macho pouts". "...words I pen for you are best with the scent of night..." This is an excellent phrase. Do I detect a shy romantic? :)

beautiful, the scents of night, wow,

Thanks, Cami and Carol. Your insights are cherished. I'm afraid this little poem was inspired by frustration--more reads at night than daytime. I redoubled my efforts to hack my way through, but to no avail. So I leaned back, took a deep breath and considered. Why would anyone read poetry during the day when they were full of deeds born of competitive spirit?
The rest is in the poem. I'm just glad that there is "A Time for Poetry."

And to think I thought this was about Romance! I'm not sure if I understand you correctly...aren't there more reads at night because so many people work or do activities in the day?

I met a man in hospital (a high school principal) and he made the observation that in the hospital ward as evening wore on the place effervesced with conversation and laughter. The commotion grew to a peak just before lights out.

His theory was that people were preparing for the long lonely night. They were making their last parries, reaching out, trying to forget the impending confrontation with their selves.

Hi, Cami—
Thank you for bringing the principal's observation to light. I believe his theory is, sadly, sound for his observation--another facet of life, eh.
Regarding your rhetorical, "And to think I thought this was about Romance!"-- It is, I've found a time when the romance typically blooms in our lives—night, and I've tried my best to address it. Nature or nurture? I suspect nurture: we gotta work!
And your question, "...aren't there more reads at night because so many people work or do activities in the day?" -- Absolutely: more people do read at night. My poem's references relate to that group of readers (mostly writers) who can read during the day. If they can choose what to read it will tend to mirror the hammer blows of life—klaxon blares and such cacophony. Romance poetry can seem saccharine and weightless when you feel like that. Those same readers will accept and absorb poetry better when lights are dimmed (better for my typos to hide!) and rhythmic reverence pervades the work.
The exceptions, of course, are legion—perhaps it is my view that is the anomaly. But you were right, after these reflections were made, the muse showed herself and whispered, "there is a time for poetry, now write it with all your heart!" I did.

This is lovely. I really enjoyed it.

In every miniscule portion of every moment, the is a poem waiting every where to be spoken, always. Perhaps the nights turns us inward to the wellspring of our souls. Your heart speaks your truths.