Heralding in another day.
- 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.
- C. J. Black©β