Words. Poetry from the pen of ~The Poet’s Poet~

These inescapable creatures

Everyday tempters

Intelligibility, they have it in spades

Unavoidable once you wake

Undoubtedly they never sleep

They are there in your dreams

In your screams.

They have no problem with repetition

Thrive on hyperbole.

O’re yon high eastward hill

 Housed in his hamlet he’ll write words at will

Shakespeare he may never be

Lives in a land of fictionality

Living in the world words

Equates to waking each morning to joyous madness.

©Chris Black. April 22nd 2019

#Poetry #amwriting #April 2019 #National #Poetry #Month

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