All it takes is one line to allow words intertwine
Then you write one more line and that makes you feel fine
(tell me you were not tempted to sing).
This morning I watched as diamond shaped frost
snatched by a watery sun disappeared from its early morning shelter.
I stood and watched at the changing pattern of the cloud
reminded of what the poet Robert Browning said in his poem
One who never turned his back but marched breast forward
never doubted clouds would break.
As I slant my pen, I may just pay the penalty
but God loves a trier, losing my way as on I plod
all will be revealed in good time,
it will fall into a sense of rhythm.
It may not happen in this particular poem
But Que Sera, Sera.
To misquote The Duke (1899-1974) writing is my mistress
guess I’ll take ‘The A Train’ to some place noo,
to the strains of ‘East St Louis’
(c) Chris Black 2017