*I rhyme. To see myself, to set the the darkness echoing.

This poem of words.

Spoken and written while reeling in thoughts.

There is a pan awaiting the fisherman.

Rise up poem and face your sentence.

Four beats to the bar

Sounds like music to the ear.

Careful or you could find yourself tangoed?

Writing in 3/4 time could see you

Waltzing away with first prize

The perfect catch.

Being acclaimed for pursuing and composing

A treat for both author/performer.

One cannot draw from an empty vessel

Continue to be motivated read read

be alert to what is going on around and about you.

Write write telling yourself

there is nothing happening is demoralising.

Scan the horizon, weeds will become flowers.

Opinion, experience

Equal to having a poem in you.

Like the sailor without his boat

The writer without a thought flounders.

(c) Chris Black 2017.

*From Personal Helicon, poem by Seamus Heaney.


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