In The Man-Shed.
- C. J. Black.
Sitting comfortably in my Man-Shed
Ideas spinning around in my head
Time to take my Quill in hand
Write down what I guess was pre-planned?
For the thoughts which lie dormant
Must not be allowed torment
They have to be given freedom to escape
To brighten up a blank landscape
Like the graffiti artist with their tin of spray
The writer will do the same to a page, once they have something to say.
You get no second chances once you sit to write
So get your thoughts together you have one shot at it
On a dull day such as this write something airy and bright?
You can do it have no doubt, push yourself to the limit
10:45 Monday July 6th 2015 had to switch on a light
Reminds me of A November day
It was meant to be like this I guess, it gives me something to recite
Must write it down quickly and without delay
Any port in a storm as they say
Never discard a thought they will always come in handy
In those immortal words “go ahead make my day”
A poem out of nothing, now is that not fine and dandy?
Wind blowing, rain falling, summer has disappeared
It has to be the holiday season
After a few days sunshine this feels quite weird
Guess there has to be a reason?
It can’t all be down to the Ozone Layer
If that’s the case do we have a prayer?
So before someone shouts the end is nigh
I going to end on a high
This just maybe the last poem penned?
If tomorrow comes “I’ll be back” on that you can depend.
- C. J. Black©β
Monday, 06 July 2015