In the university of words.
The writing emporium falls into disarray
When the writer steps outside its confines.
Speaking to each other in their own voice
Words discuss loudly –
Should we co-operate?
Though they should be aware of the consequences
No intelligible sound.
The writer steps back inside, bows his head
Declares in civil tones – I am here
Words prostrate themselves – submission.
© Chris Black
About the Author
Chris Black, published poet and short story writer, his recently published book titled Same Train, Different Track is available at Chirsblack2012.com
His work is also to be found on SoundCloud and Youtube.
He has work published in various anthologies, since retirement he has had lots of time to concentrate on his writing.
Residing now in Co. Wexford he spent most of his working life in Dublin.
Enjoys the relaxing feel of the country side and long walks along…
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