You need to become a pen
In order to place words upon a page
Only then will ink flow through that single vein
Your efforts, they will not be in vain?
As pen and paper in harmony engage
The sound of nib on parchment,
music to the ear
Then and only then will the mind open
Pages will be embossed, embellished
What was to be professed will now be laid down
From the very first word, you had the lead in
Both pen and parchment now grow in stature
You are the baton, you conduct the word orchestra
They in unison obey its rise and fall.
Those who lend an ear or peruse, in the end may be mystified
As to how this phoenix rose from the ashes of the mind
Some may compliment, others equally satirise
You however in your cocoon
May well next time, sing a different tune.
Say to those who criticise, in pidgin English
Write a poem from the heart, wait for the plaudits
In fact now would be a good time to start.
Carefully choose your writing implement
Switch on the thought processor.
As for me – it’s time to cap the inkwell, time for recess.
(c) Chris Black 2017.