- C. J. Black
To-day, I decided from writing to take the day off
Deciding to have some me time, no need to scoff
Do I pass remark when you decide to lie in?
Both of us find our own way to relax – it really is no sin.
Whatever is the task, you wish to take a break from
You’ll find something else to occupy your mind @someting.com
As for me I much prefer, a long leisurely walk
People look askance at me as out loud to myself I talk.
Even though I take time out and rest my trusty quill
My mind is constantly, churning out words at will-
Which must you know be dictated for fear of being lost
There are poems which must be saved, I believe at any cost.
So I guess I don’t really ever take time out, if I am being truthful
For without the written word to urge me on, life would be less than fruitful
As long as this heart keeps beating and blood runs through these veins
I’ll continue somehow to write, I’m not ready yet to tighten those reins.
- C. J. Black©β
Saturday, 31 January 2015