Keeping that incessant dragon from infecting his mind
He truly believed he could be that word messenger
A wordsmith for all seasons
Living in the poems bestowed upon him.
On the lookout always for a beginning
Knowing then there would be an end
Sometimes feeling blue, bluer than sea water
Pulverized by words.
Yet fully confident in himself that
On the far side of that mountain
Though it was a distance away
Word claustrophobia would lift
As does a mountain mist.
Thus he slew that dragon.
(c) Chris Black. August 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
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The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
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