Dial P for poetry.
- C. J. Black
Attack your subject with great gusto
Starting out I was told that is the thing to do
With that in mind reaching for my trusty Quill
I’ll attempt to paint a poetic still?
Dialling P for poetry my inner voice –
Whispered to me, is that the correct choice?
Until I reach the end I guess –
I’ll not know if I’ve unravelled this unholy mess.
Scratching about looking for ideas on what to write about
Don’t dwell on thoughts for too long it will just increase your doubt
Sow your seed, sprinkle it with ink
It may just grow into a proper poem you might think.
One day perhaps, keeping your nose to the grind stone
You may just write your classic poem
Then you can as they say, sit on your laurels
Curse and swear to yourself forget about morals.
Winning as they say is all about fractions
You can feel it in your bones – the reactions
It’s a bit like Custer’s last stand
Being around me if things don’t go to plan.
“Now I have no more to say
Except, I tip my hat to what they call word play”
- C. J. Black©β Monday, 20 July 2015 http://www.chrisblack2012.com
