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Heralding in another day.

  1. C. J. Black

He sat pondering on what he might say

It was a damp and dreary Friday

Nothing for it only wordplay

To herald in another day

This should take his mind off the elements

What was written, really did it have to make sense?

As long as this exercise kept him occupied

Did it really matter, to himself he sighed

Get something down on paper, occupy the mind

Anything at all to get you out of this bind

There were outdoor chores to be done

For those, you needed a warm dry day and of course, some sun

By the appearance of the day, that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon

The elements he thought would not his day ruin

So he took to his saviour, his trusty Quill

Multiple words onto a page he would spill

It mattered not what form they took

He really didn’t give a care.

I’ll consider writing, numbering each page

Taking this poem then stage by stage

Composing is not always simple you know –

I tell myself – but after committing to it I must have something to show

Everyone has their own approach would this be correct to surmise?

This will never be on a Noble list, I’m not one for compromise

Having fun juggling words about gets the juices flowing

Keep the pedal to the mettle or if in a boat keep rowing

Write trivia for as long as it takes, never doubt your capability

Your poem can take any form – forget about rigidity

You can get into the nitty gritty at a later stage

Just be thankful for the fact that now you’ve filled an A4 page.

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15/05/2015 15:02:31