THis complex thoughts scatter on the page
Today he can think only in monochrome
It is not a good writing day
Though he has lots he wishes to say
He simply can make no sense of it all
Today he feels like a fish out of water, all clammed up
His eyes glance away he cannot afford to even look at the page
Words are in fact leading him a merry dance
Where to from here is the puzzle
He cannot allow inanimate objects dictate.
Of late it has become a burden
Sharing his difficulty has eased the tension
The door to the library of the mind
Which had been tightly secured, now flung open
This gives him the opportunity to again read and write.
*The white blackbird by Lennox Robinson has no significance to the poem it just seemed like the perfect title.
©Chris Black. April 28th 2019 #National #Poetry #Month #30Days #30Poems
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