The White blackbird. Poetry from the pen of ~The Poet’s Poet~

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

#Poetry #amwriting #poemaday

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