In search of inspiration
In utter desporation
Walking inside himself.
The black scrying mirror
Poured out spurious information.
He froze, was struck dumb
How could he fortell what was to occur
The mirror knew.
Look on the bright side
Don’t allow your dark side dominate
Avoid those who mess with your head
Don’t allow people drain you.
Think big, but
Remember it’s the little things that matter
You can’t recover the stone after the throw.
A mind at ease with itself
Is a tangible thing
Taking time to shape your poem or story
Is beautiful in its entire.
Finding that space
Which allows the thought process develop
Brings forth gems.
(c) Chris Black. February 2018.