Might at some stage these ink stains form a masterpiece?
Never knowing he continues honing, silently moaning
Constantly rising from his seated position
In his head crafting, rewriting then
Watch words fall into place.
Not so much doodling as sketching
In his own time the ebb and flow of
Thoughts and accompanying words
Frame in his mind a masterpiece.
(c) Chris Black. July 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~