An escape from reality.
- C. J. Black
Today, there is a lot of screaming and shouting going on inside my head
Write it down, write it down get it out of your system put this poem to bed.
It becomes quite difficult trying to write what you cannot see
But once you do it, a mighty relief believe you me.
Being realistic when putting first impressions down
They must first be honed and polished or people are sure to frown.
Who do you share your initial thoughts with or do you keep them to yourself?
Perhaps you leave them laying around – occasionally removing them from the shelf.
Not that I have a problem should someone wish to take a peek
Just don’t be disappointed as my first draft is usually weak.
Where do they go, those thoughts which surface then quickly disappear
Somewhere out in the universe floating around in the atmosphere?
Here’s a mesmerising thought, what if somewhere in outer space
There are aliens trying to interpret William Butler Yeats.
- C. J. Black©β
Wednesday 26 August 2015
Today from the Man Shed 