Waiting to see what happens next. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

Lifting the pen kicks its pulse into gear

Then through hand and arm

Its heart, filled with ink

Links with the unconscious.

The struggle of what he wished to write

Is followed by coherency

A poem is being formed

The dance of each letter

Laid on the blank page

Form a wordy picture.

Thoughts are now swirling about in his head

Words, like a ship on their maiden voyage

Waiting patiently to be launched.

Launched into the stratosphere.

He steps back from his canvas taking stock

Reads aloud what has been penned.

The external voice convinces him

To again address the poem.

Sitting back into his listening chair

Making what he hopes are meaningful changes.

Curious as to how his work will be accepted

He closed the memory map giving his poem wings.

© Chris Black. January 2019

#Poetry #amwriting

5 thoughts on “Waiting to see what happens next. Poetry from the pen of

  1. A fascinating verse Chris, as I’ve just finished a n interesting piece, that had my brain wandering and wondering.. “Climbing A Rabbit Proof Fence”..I’ve not posted it yet.

    Climbing A Rabbit Proof Fence
    Today has been one of those days

    I’ve been out walking my relay

    Listening to the sound of my shuffling feet

    Scraping on cobblestones, of the hot city street

    A tiredness overcame my body

    Searching for the famous Doctor Peabody

    I think I collapsed under a wall

    The Great Wall Of China

    The Berlin Wall

    Israel’s Palestinian barricade

    The Iron Curtain

    Trump’s Mexican wave

    Australia’s Rabbit Proof Fence

    And next door neighbour’s big brick wall

    I was bulldozed by them all

    Hit like falling over Niagara Falls

    I’m an arctic sperm whale, beached at Bondi

    And the angler at a dry Buckley’s Falls pond

    I’m a spawning salmon with no rapids to swim

    Today’s battle I lost, on a whim

    I’ve been nailed to yesterday’s, burnt out cross

    I need a day of rest, to shake off the moss

    There’s always a new tomorrow waiting

    Yorkie will be there, patient and obeying

    Walking shoes ready, at the end of my bed

    A good night’s sleep, nothing more need be said

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