This writing lark is not all it’s cracked up to be
I know that’s a sweeping statement or perhaps serendipity
There are occasions it must be stated
That what I write may be berated
It’s something that should be expected
Not, turn a deaf ear on or be neglected
You put yourself out there to be read
So take it on the chin what ever is said
I can only speak for myself in relation to what I write
I accept a lot of it is what could be referred to as trite.
Whether I ever write another line
Will depend entirely on if I find words to rhyme
To hold the readers attention is a writer’s main aim
It’s not something honestly to which I can lay such claim.
To say that I am taken aback by the response of you the reader
Is in fact total truth, akin to a glass or two of philtre?
You see when one sits down to compose
Not even they know what they are about to expose.
I must admit I do admire the talent of other authors
Oh to have that courage to bring the proverbial lamb to the slaughterers.
It is a fact that writing is a visual art
Which to make it work two or more must take part
For without the reader it must be stated this would be a lost cause
So now that this “poem” is “complete” If you’ve got this far – be generous to yourself and give yourself a round of applause.
Liberties were put out there so they could be taken
I’ve nearly used them all up here if I’m not mistaken.
C. J. Black
11th February 2013.