Words for self.

~The Poet’s Poet~

Not a drop of ink will you spill

Until you bite the bullet take that pill

There really is little time to spare

Dig deep unearth those wordy gems.

Genre does not really matter

Crawl out from underneath that stone

Think on the divine image you wish to create

Troubled, outlandish, empowering, it’s in your hands.

Don’t think yourself a bit player

Contemplate instead on soothsayer

Step away from misery hill

Feel the energy, go for the kill.

Leave aside thoughts of meter and such like

Don’t write for posterity, write for yourself

Now put this in a sealed envelope, then post

Don’t be surprised when you open it – I certainly wasn’t.

© Chris Black. January 2019

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