A page finally printed. Poetry from the pen of

~The Poet’s Poet~

Caught between meltdown and sundown

Struggling to comprehend what to write

Reflecting, neglecting the scent of a poem

In the great scheme of things with heart beating

He imagined the unimaginable ending the day unfulfilled

Start anywhere, take any route, there had to be a way out

His tongue felt dead in his mouth

He could not speak the language of the living word

This particular poem, afraid of going anywhere

He was alike to a stationmaster waiting for the train to arrive

He knew it was on time, amused by the fidgeting of those waiting to board

Then the light bulb flashed, destination in sight

He didn’t mind that he was going to be labelled injudicious

Enough of this poetry in motion he suggested

He had expressed himself as best he could

It was more terminus than terminal, he had finally reached

The End.

©Chris Black. April 3rd 2019

#Poetry #amwriting #poemaday #poetrymonth

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