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Early Riser, No Cows To Milk

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I awaken well before dawn has thought of yawns
It is quiet then, and quite eerie in a way.
The peace deadens distractions, death-hour mourns.
The mind awakens refreshed, sparked by noir cafe.
Contemplation peaks then, and declines throughout the day.

There is no rush to milk the cows or other things.
No deadlines to meet; the slate is clean and ready.
What else can you do at such an hour, but think upon what morn brings?
No one else is mad enough to be up then, all fresh and chatty

Even the shops and streets are all mostly empty.
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Tuesday, July 25, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: dawn ,writing
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Inspired by Reading Myself To Sleep - by Billy Collins

The house is all in darkness except for this corner bedroom
where the lighthouse of a table lamp is guiding
my eyes through narrow channels of print,

and the only movement in the night is the slight
swirl of curtains, the easy lift and fall of my breathing,
and the flap of pages as they turn in the wind of my hand.

Is there a more gentle way to go into the night
than to follow an endless rope of sentences
and then to slip drowsily under the surface of a page...............
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Seamus O Brian 25 July 2017

You have adroitly convoked the serenity of your subject in this wonderful poem. Thank you so much for sharing your work, you have considerably enriched my afternoon contemplations.

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