Spinning a web to ensnare someone.
- C. J. Black.
The silence, on entering my writing den
Astounds me again and again.
Sitting alone listening to nothing but my heart beating
Listening intently, I can hear that spider breathing!
Caught up in this web of silence
Away, miles away from the outside world of violence
By the light of the moon, watching cigar shaped clouds sail by
I heave a long contented sigh.
Situations such as this, assist the writer in me
Being honest with myself, it does not always guarantee –
A result to satisfy this being
Weaving a patchwork quilt of words can be awe inspiring?
Urging me on in my quest
To give of my very best
Each time I take my Quill in hand
Knowing I will obey its command
Can indeed be most gratifying
Expressing oneself through the alphabet is so satisfying.
Going in search of the answer is not the answer I believe
It will take a lot more than that, this poem to conceive?
Picture whitecaps out at sea for a poetic theme
This concept can then be transformed into a poetic scene
Now your blank canvas looks a lot more inviting
The prospect of the finished product now is a lot more exciting.
What started out as a monkey puzzle many lines ago?
Has been knocked into place blow by blow by blow.
“I try to be solution focussed at all times
This is not as easy as it reads when I am short on rhymes”
- C. J. Black©β
Friday, 24 July 2015