Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Early Riser, No Cows To Milk Comments

Rating: 3.0

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.


John Richard Anderson
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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