Compiling my thoughts!
To write some poetry I was inclined
Waiting to be laid, to create a special style
From the dark recess of the mind
Words, they stand there in single file.
Using my pen as the painter uses his brush
Compiling my thoughts as myself I ready
To compose, there simply is no rush
Akin to the fisherman reeling in his catch, slow and steady.
A wondrous sight to behold
Your creation being brought to life
As the perfect form of words unfold
It’s then and only then can you breathe a sigh of relief.
- C. J. Black©β
Friday, 10 July 2015