~The Poet’s Poet~
It
felt as though
The
trees were
Stretching
out
their
arms, embracing
the
visitor.
Birds
Singing
songs of sunlight.
The
crunch
as
twigs snapped.
Sounds
of the forest
Light
on the ear.
The
smell of early morning.
Damp
to the touch
as
we fingered wild flowers.
©
Chris Black. January 2019
#Poetry
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The published and unpublished manuscripts of Chris Black. A writer from Wexford, Chris has been writing and publishing poetry for over quarter of a century. September 2016 saw his dream come to fruition with the publication of his first book of Poetry and Short Stories titled Same Train, Different Track.
Preferred reading - Autobiographies, the history of the native American Indian and a vast array of poetry books. Continues to write by day and night by giving the sawdust a shake which in turn awakens the grey matter. - has an eclectic taste in music, spent 16 happy years as a radio presenter in a part time capacity while "slaving" away at the coal face now enjoying all that retirement has to offer and more. Tweets @CJBlack2012, on Soundcloud @ https://soundcloud.com/the-poets-poet-1 youtube @Chris Black-poetry-spoken word. You can find his "work" at https://chrisblack2012.wordpress.com If you do happen to drop by do let him know your thoughts, who you are and where you come from - He will in time also pay you a return visit. Thank you.
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Nice wandering lines
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Thanks Elaine Patricia, reassembled words after morning saunter.
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Very inviting Chris.
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Just returned from a winter walk I couldn’t print about the conditions this morning…
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That bad?
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So I wrote something else in its stead.
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I look forward to reading it.
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