“The End Crowns the Work”
- C. J. Black
My poem, a procession of words that really no one but I can follow,
Expands and expands until an end comes into sight
He or she who plants is guaranteed to reap?
And benefit from the riches as a “sonnet” emerges?
That is the expectation – let me not be disappointed
It may not be of perfect form
Hopefully it will not be too disjointed.
Caressing each line, is a comfort
There is nothing at all sinister in such a disclosure
The writer showing his/her feeling
Should at all times be encouraged?
Not hiding your light under a bushel – “Empty Vessels Make the Most Noise”
“Look at my works, ye mighty, and despair!” *
- C. J. Black©β
Thursday 6 August 2015
*P. B. Shelly – Ozymandias.