During my coffee break.
- C. J. Black.
There was an agitated knocking upon my Den door
Opening it, word pushed passed me left me sprawling on the floor
Where have you been I gasped, gingerly picking myself up?
I was hiding out in the poetry garden, you hardly think I’d fly the coop?
Great I thought, another one to add to my word collection
I now have a real dolly mixture, a spectacular selection –
Hopefully once I sit down a new poem to compose
I’ll breathe life into what turns out to be a rather precious rose.
Something to be admired – of which the reader can engage –
Once they pick up my poetry book and find you on a page
I mean what more can the poet ask than to be fondly handled
Even though from afar I’ll never know it, I may well be handily fondled?
“Purely in an artistic sense I must quickly add –
It’s getting hot under the collar here – I guess I’ve enough said”
- C. J. Black©β