Matthew Anish Poet Concrete

At Nightime

Listening to New 
   Age music 
and relaxing late at night 
Mellow sounds 
   remind me 
that the time has 
come to 
        put 
       away 
       thoughts 
 on paper 
Realizing that 
once 
you 
are 
published 
You've blown your cover 
     After inscribing 
this ode 
I will focus on the 
pretty sounds 
issuing 
forth 
     from my TV
Let my mental state 
    become one
of peace 
and 
soon I will go 
to that temporary death 
called sleep

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Jean Murray March 27, 2016 at 11:54 AM A good one to stumble on in the middle of the night. Could be doing with a little temporary death myself. Love it.

Kelly Deschler March 15, 2016 at 12:07 AM Well right now it is late at night and after reading this poem I am ready to relax and prepare for sleep... Some very nice writing here, Matthew. Keep up the great work :)

Poet Destroyer A March 12, 2016 at 11:38 AM This is a great poem my friend... HUGS.. LINDA

Dineen Williams Gault March 12, 2016 at 6:15 AM Such a mellow steam of consciousness that I think all writers can relate to. Enjoyed this write very much.

Andrea Dietrich March 11, 2016 at 8:49 PM ahh, this is me at night falling asleep with the boob tube still on. you are a writer after my own heart, Matt.

Sara Kendrick March 11, 2016 at 8:56 AM Like this one..It takes a lot of that temporary death called sleep for me..Enjoyed reading your work..Thanks for stopping by my page..I can pick and peck a little on the piano and keyboard..I never had the chance to take lessons but I can read music a little and enjoy singing but I don't know if others enjoy hearing me sing..Thanks for the visit to my page..Sara