C. J. Black.
Where do they go? Those thoughts which surface then disappear
Somewhere out in the universe perhaps floating in the open air.
Here’s a mesmerising thought, what if somewhere out in space
There are aliens trying to interpret your poem, would that be a fall from grace?
Perhaps there is a Bard out there gathering up each one of them
Storing them away in his floating library to decipher with his *Collins Gem
If this is the case, then never again will I feel alienated
Allow them have all those marked rejected see how they handle being berated.
I’m sure the Pluto Times has a critic of its own
Who can criticise with the best of them, uttering the occasional moan
Critics here on Terra Firma are also a funny breed!
Better sign off on that note or I may have a case to plead.
C. J. Black©β
Wednesday, 21 May 2014
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