A preference for Red.
- C. J. Black
As I sit and write tonight I hope for a little inspiration
I have no idea where this poem is going, presently it has no destination
The compass that is my mind is in a kind of melt down
There is an ocean of words out there it’s now time to swim or drown
It helps me mentally to stay afloat and not sink without trace
When I have everything at hand, words and thoughts aplenty to embrace
Never feeling lonely, never feeling alone, no suggestion of angst
Keeping between these white lines might profit me, methinks?
I’ve given this poem some serious thought there will be no trace of rant
As I pour my wine gently, I’m allowing it decant
Discussing my thoughts with myself, sometimes it’s difficult staying in the plural
But succeed I will, for this is fact with myself I never quarrel
I may have the occasional falling out, in this regard I’m not alone
I have no issue admitting this, plenty do if the truth be known
There is nothing to be gained sweeping things beneath the carpet
All you’re creating is overload, which in turn lead to short circuit
I’ve given myself some food for thought so it’s that time I guess
To write a poem of some substance, raise my glass to success.
- C. J. Black©β
Sunday 9 August 2015