Some day I’d like to write something inspirational
Knowing I will never write anything sensational
Nor will I write a poem that is in any way breathtaking
I doubt either I could write a poem which would be viewed as groundbreaking
But continue I will, to write down whatever drips from the nib of my quill
It will never turn out to be a Van Gough but on paper it will appear as a still
Have you aspirations for the poetry you write?
Are you like me, I can’t wait for my efforts to take flight
It is in fact a great relief; I’m just speaking here about myself
When I can take my copy book and place it on the shelf
Greatly pleased with what I’ve done, another poem completed
I will never walk away from my desk feeling in any way depleted –
Positive thoughts are the way I approach a blank page
Most of the time I don’t have a subject on which I can engage
Just like this piece which is not, going so well so far
Started out earlier today, while driving in my car
I was trying to think of a topic when struck by inspiration
So I pulled in the car and parked it up at a local petrol station
With Dictaphone at the ready I started to dictate
Putting down the first six lines left my mind in a calmer state
Back at base later in the day to finish this poem was my main aim
If you have taken the time to read and this makes no sense to you –
My head is above the parapet; shoot me I’m fair game.
C. J. Black
12th April 2013.