A Calming Influence.
- C. J. Black
Taking my place at my writing desk is just that –
A calming influence, makes me feel like an aristocrat?
In my head at any rate, no one else will know
Of that happy feeling inside, the inner glow
With that in mind I set to the task in hand
And write a poem on demand
At the insistence of my Muse
I must, for I don’t have a relative excuse
For not taking in hand my trusty Quill
And continue writing, that is until
I find I have no more to say
Or the thinking process falls into decay
Hopefully this will not come to pass
And that I can amass
Enough words a poem to construct
And come up with the finished product
For the whole picture is what is required
So continue I must while I feel inspired.
After much deliberation I feel I am now quite stable
With my surrounding accoutrements on my table
I believe now is the time
To write a poem which will hopefully rhyme
Here we go now without further ado
A poem which will shortly make its debut
For no other reason except it was my want
I christened this poem a Midnight Rant –
If it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck, then it is a poem!!
Fancy what happens when I give my thoughts permission to roam
Time to draw the curtain on yet another day
Some will raise their eyes skywards – and in silence they will say
Now why did he not think like that at a much earlier stage?
We would not have had to tolerate his stuff desecrating a blank page
To you I say – you are not obliged to read
But you may assume the mantle of the critic – OH yes indeed
Once you are critical for all the right reasons
Feel free to read all I write across the four seasons
I won’t be distracted nor will I take umbrage
If you drop off the planet – There are plenty more whom I will engage?
You will no doubt, find a genre that suits your delicate palate
I hope its shelves away from mine – So that you, I will not further frustrate.
Now that I have got this off my chest
I can lay my head down and comfortably rest.
- C. J. Black. copyright of author.
Tuesday 4 August 2015