Tree of Knowledge?

He sat there in the crotch of a tree

Lost in deep thought

Pen poised as if frozen.

 

What would be the end product?

He would be at a loss to say

Poetry, scrambled words.

 

Untangling, articulating, punctuating

His motivation for the present.

At day’s end hopefully he’d have a poem to present.

 

Never a challenge to sit and write

His place of composure

Assisted him compose.

 

There was a poem to be executed

Proper, not convoluted

Laid out, then computed.

(c) Chris Black. October 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~

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Accompanying music to #SpokenWord –

The Banks of Green Willow – George Butterworth, Royal Liverpool Philharmonic Orchestra.

 

 

 

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