~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