Once he sits with pen in hand
Even though he has nothing planned
It is essential he writes.
Those thoughts that stay are good
Others he allows take flight
They may yet find a place to roost
Their time will come.
When that time comes to pass
He will write to the sound of a different drum
Not getting overly excited
That never assists the cause.
It helps him in his endeavour though
To step back and take stock
Then mind refreshed, head decluttered
Return to his writing desk
Read what is already penned
He being the sole judge and jury
On leave well enough alone or amend.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~