Blue Hour
written by: Vítor Souza
The cold rains in
November wipe
away all the yellow.
Shivering, I watch.
Blue hour.
That’s all we
can breathe for.
Blue hour.
It’s all the
hope there is,
all of humanity
that’s left.
No glimpse of a sun.
Nothing more than a shadow.
Shall my eyes scream?
Should my ears be left alone?
Maybe
my hands will freeze.
Oh,
shining light
at
Blue hour.
Vítor is a Brazilian multilingual poet, his poetry has been published in the Portuguese literary magazine Ofélia, with appearances in the November, December and January 2025 issues, and he is also featured in the 100th printed edition of his school’s academic journal. His works often change drastically in perspective, passing through human emotions, epic poetry, philosophical conflict, etc, often blurring the line between the real and the fantastical. He currently lives and writes in Lisbon.
Latest posts by Vítor Souza (see all)
- Blue Hour - May 29, 2026
- Anti-Competition Manifesto - February 8, 2026
