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.
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.