Day: November 9, 2018
Come daybreak
He sits, his senses stir with words
Words he often uses, now reinvented
Reinvented to form new poems
Poems of a different hue
A rainbow colour of words
Colour to brighten a dull dark morning
Morning, a time when ideas visit
Visit to the sound of a different drum beat
Different strokes for different folks
For that is what keeps the mind from decaying
Decay, not part of his vocabulary
Vocabulary, enlarged by what he cannot hear
Sound can engage the mind
Mindful of this into his leather chair he sits
He sits, his senses stir with words.
© Chris Black. November 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~
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