Poetry...After Midnight

i was tossing and turning ♥ ♥♥

Some nights you just gotta get up and write it down.

It seems like so many poets have rituals that help in their creativity.
Well written,wally.


hugs,
buddhakitty.

Yes, whether it's lighting a candle or putting on some background music, those writes late at night are special.

A splendid tribute taking cues from Yeat's "The Dawn", which impresses upon us that some behaviors are so ritualistic that we tune out everything else going on. Your poem speaks to a larger audience of night owls who come alive when the sun is down and put aside that biological imperative to sleep.  

"And that is how I have come to use
An accord of concrete and abstract words
Composing poems for an anthology
That takes me late into the night."

There's something magical about these lines. I think it's the mention of concrete. For me it some evokes a sense of city night life where heels of boots and stilletos meet pavement.  

Well done!

JB, Thank you very much for the comment and RL.

Yes, those of us who live in the more crowded parts of town have to deal with noise and traffic, but as everything quiets down late at night, there is a sense of tranquility and be able to concentrate better.

I range between having some music in my ear to just listening to the quiet sounds of a sleep house.

Dear W,

It’s the bewitching hour when everything is available to create. All the elements needed to write what’s real within our worlds comes alive and let’s us write. Wonderful interpretation.
All the best for the comp. H🌷

Thank you very much Honoria, and thanks for the RL.

Yes, there is some special about those late hours where half the world is asleep and our brains are firing off on all cylinders.