Today, sitting in the imagination of his mind
He found himself in illustrious company, that of Samuel Beckett
Imbibing dry white wine at Cochon de Lait
Looking out on passers-by through a dimly lit window
This in turn charged the imagination.
Weekday mornings as apart from weekends
See him do most of his writing
Laying down a marker
His way of motivation
Eager, like a golfer on the first tee.
Always hoping at the off
He was not going to find himself bunkered.
Trying continuously to mould a poem to his own design.
The growth of a mind
The University of Life
Connecting with the landscape
Savouring all those aspects.
Longing to be a free thinker
Allowing always his words complete freedom.
©Chris Black. April 29th 2019 #National #Poetry #Month
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