I have no need of the morning,
In all her frosty glory.
I oft sleep until noon,
For I live for the night.
Mystery naturally hangs there,
Silence allows for perfect concentration.
Because of the obscene hour,
I need not demand social isolation,
Few souls dare follow me here,
This is my solitary paradise.
I can escape the monotony of life
And release my passions onto
The endless empty canvases
Within my many notebooks.
Who needs sleep under the moon's softer light?
Those are what morning hours are best for;
How lovely such nights are!
More priceless to me than anything else,
For they are my true purpose in life.
The reason for my work now becomes clear,
Perhaps my greatest works will be executed here,
Within the many whispers between dusk and dawn.
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The Songs of The Gullible Wiseman: The Early Poems of Maddy Kobar 2008-2013
PoesiaA young writer's newly released first collection of poems. Written during the tumultuous and at times troubling years of high school and the more forgiving and enlightening years of college, Maddy Kobar captures what it was like to have come of age...
