~The Poet’s Poet~
As his fingers clenched like pincers
Squeezing life into Mr. Parker.
Never afraid to fail
He approached the job in hand
With rapturous delight.
Strike while the iron’s hot
In this frame of mind
Poetry in motion.
Parcel up those words
Calms desperate situations.
Rarely the procrastinator
Erasing those holes in his memory
Waxing lyrical, offers much encouragement
He sits, goes through the motions
Clenched fist, signs off with a satisfied mind.
© Chris Black. February 2019