Nothing to loose. C. J. Black.

Nothing to loose.
By C. J. Black. Friday, 17 January 2014
Writing, I find is great therapy
May not be for everybody I tend to agree
Sitting down with the challenge of an empty page
Once I get the first line down I then take it slowly stage by stage
I may not always have a topic to kick start me into gear
This doesn’t faze me anymore or fill me with dreaded fear
Once I begin putting words down the easier it gets
It won’t turn out to be a masterpiece but I’ll have no regrets
There is no time limit, so I allow myself lots of time to think
There never was a classic written as quick as an eye can blink
Some poems I’ve read, could take months even years to compose
They are written by “real poets” of which I’ll not be one I propose
I write for the hell of it – worry not if my efforts never see day light
Then again, who knows, someday someone might throw a plaudit my way –Voila – sheer delight
So now you see what can be achieved
I’ve just filled a foolscap page – feeling quite relieved
It has taken me all of 15 minutes to fill these 22 lines.
Perhaps I could have written on a topic take for instance “landmines”
Or perhaps on the devastation caused by the nuclear bomb
But that would take research, patience and may I say aplomb
Someday who knows I just might
Write something, which turns out to be pure dynamite?
C.J. Black©β

The Inkwell is now topped up. C. J. Black

Hallelujah – It’s January 2014.

From me, myself & I
I tell you, and this is no lie
Taking a break from writing
I thought – perhaps would be inviting –
Me, to travel down another road
Where my scrambled thoughts I could unload
But quickly I realised I was on the wrong track
When I found myself in a cul-de-sac
So nothing else would suffice but to make a quick about turn
Really, it doesn’t take an old dog that long a new trick to learn
It never was about raising the white flag
And no, writing was not becoming a chore or a drag
I am the only one with a vision
Of what I wished to achieve when I made this decision
I knew it would do me the world of good
I sowed seeds that hopefully would produce poetic food
Nourishment for the mind, body and soul
Something that would germinate from nothing into a whole.
To build something worthwhile one must have a firm foundation
Making sure you give your work your fullest concentration
I trust that I’ve done just that so I’ll crank it into gear
Pop the corks, raise those glasses from me to you Happy New Year.

C. J. Black©β
02/01/2014 23:00:26