Once that red light turns to green
Automatically the poetic thought process kicks into gear
Time to let the foot off of the break
Move from neutral into first gear
Then into second, third, fourth
Eventually top gear, you are on the highway to success
A road leading who knows where
No shortcuts allowed, you want to serve up more than blurred vision
A poem to stir the reader, move them back from that Black Hole
Or perhaps it is for your benefit alone you write?
Black Dog and Black Hole places you wish to escape from
The stars in the sky shade back to invisible, allowing
You see the light of day
Automatically you have something positive to say?
(c) Chris Black. September 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~