From the scribblings of – C. J. Black.

A Poet without words equates to a Fish out of water.

Like a sailboat standing idly by
Is the writer – without words, staring into the abyss?
Its crew – without wind have no knots to tie
The poet with his blank canvas utters signals of distress.

But soon the wind will rise – then we can set sail
A light bulb begins to flash – there are words to be written
When we return be sure of this – with fishy stories you we will regale
The poet you see will never quit, by this bug he is bitten.

We’ll tell of waves that lashed our boat – how we braved the elements
You see one can write on subjects which they no absolutely nothing about
Those white horses out at sea turned out to be white elephants
And the poet can fill a page with trivia – for of that there never is a drought.

C. J. Black∁β
31/07/2013 12:50:16


5 thoughts on “From the scribblings of – C. J. Black.

      1. Okay, Chris for chatting and C.J. when we’re being professional. It is a pleasure to have discovered you here, sir. My name is Kieran (I hope Kevin isn’t as fugly as me!) but I prefer to be called baldy, it has an endearing quality that. Baldy just seems a happy association as I always appear smiling and do my best to be encouraging, i’m bald and raw and hope no one would have me any other way! Keep smiling and keep writing, best wishes 🙂


      2. Apologies Baldy I will never know why or how I got your Christian name wrong – away to stand in the bold corner and write a hundred lines, always re-read, always re-read.



Leave a comment

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s