- C. J. Black
I’m retiring now to my palace of wisdom?
Intoxicated by words, not at all tongue tied
Perhaps we could all assemble and create our own Fiefdom?
Probably a daft idea on my part – I’ll leave that for you to decide.
Writing I believe is as complex as you make it
Or am I being too flippant by making such a remark?
Once you put your mind to it I’m sure there is no limit –
To what can be achieved once you ignite the spark.
Never having been coached in the art of writing
I often wonder if I had been, what could I have achieved?
Perhaps I could have written something Novel or exiting?
Retiring now in my palace of wisdom, feeling quite relieved.
- C. J. Black©β http://www.chrisblack2012.wordpress.com/poetry/weekly-post
C. J. Black
Words should flow freely through my quill
I should not be writing against my will.
But that is how it is this night
Is there comfort for my plight?
My den can be such a lonely place
I must write something to fill this blank space.
I know once I set my mind to writing
Something will emerge, it may not be overly exciting.
If it were, now there would be a plus
This would leave me feeling quite nonplussed.
At this point, with the candle melting slow
Filled with what could only be described as an inner glow
A burning desire you might say, to satisfy this need
Failure, not being part of my vocabulary – means I will succeed.
So, now as I sit – a word in your shell like ear
Never allow it enter your head – that dreaded word called fear.
Words will flow freely through your quill
You’ll write with confidence, not against your will.
With this proverb I am at one –
“Well begun is half done”
Cha Sara Sara.
C. J. Black©β