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

Divining, refining

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~