~The Poet’s Poet~
This bright day has given him hope
Scope, to write his first poem for a New Year
Something that never again will be seen
First poetic words for 2019
Shiny black in colour, on a crisp snow white page
Seed sown harvested by the sage.
A private language, given new life
He cradles his head in his hands, releases a sigh of relief.
The jukebox no longer silent
Plays a song of heartbreak
No time to feel disconsolate
Forward, leaving the darkness of the past in his wake.
Without care or sorrow, dream only of the prosperity of tomorrow.
(c) Chris Black. January 2019