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

He heard the call

Before nights end he had his poem

The cry of a poem

Music to his ears.

The economy of writing

Line by line

In the privacy of his mind

Brings the birth of a poem.

Penholder on the horns of a dilemma

He heard the call

In his mind’s eye he could see the first version

Before ink blotted paper.

Words running through drops of ink

From the crevices of his mind

As rain taps quietly on window panes

Tonight, this is the best poem he has written.

©Chris Black. April 25th 2019

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