Cranking it up.

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~

#Poetry #Ramblingofthepoeticmind



Walt's Writings

Sometimes my thoughts
Take me
On a wicked, twisted road
As the pages of my life
Roll by
My mind is full
Of unoccupied space
Loneliness has been
Replaced by emptiness
This time my thoughts have taken me
A couple blocks south of ten minutes
Where every breath has meaning
And I can’t help but wonder
Would you still be you
If I wasn’t me?

~The Tennessee Poet~

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