Never discard an idea.

For the mere mortal

Writing poetry is akin to peeling an onion

Approaching each poetic thought with trepidation

Taking pen in hand making the initial incision

When you begin to peel away at the layers

Gradually you make progress

Nearing the center core

You can see light at the end of the tunnel

Maybe start welling up with tears

The earlier thought you had was bright and breezy

Yet nearing conclusion

Your poem had a sad feel to it

Still it was an enlightening experience

Everyone who reads your work

Will indeed have a different perspective on it

Which is only natural

Take a painting for instance

Any painting hanging in an art gallery

Rarely will two people view that vase of flowers

And see the exact same image…

(c) Chris Black. September 2018


~The Poet’s Poet~


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