Nothing seems to move except the moon
Silently it rises
Moving through clouds and tree branches.
Morning will bring song and the dawn chorus.
May at times lead down a cul-de-sac.
In doing so, it gives time for reflection.
You alone must
Find your way back to the writers highway.
Like the motorist approaching a speed ramp
We must slow down, change down a gear.
So it is with the writer
The more hurry, the less speed
Taking things at a steady speed
Keeps the thought process firmly on track.
(c) Chris Black 2017.
Hear Verbal carpentry on SoundCloud @ Chris Black 36.