In the quiet after midnight,
then my artistry awakes
and in the dark when others sleep,
then the fit of writing takes
my hand and mind, and bids me think…
It skips and tumbles down the page,
leaving in prints of pen-and-ink
images I never thought before
and thoughts never imagined–
They enter through the midnight door
from moon- and star-light fashioned.
I love this! One of the coolest pieces I’ve read by my favourite poet..
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Thanks, Chris… for reading and liking, and commenting!
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