For the sake of this piece say my favourite alphabet letter is P People have to use it to address the word appliance Without P what would the Apple computer have been called? P is not a particularly outstanding letter it must be said Pretty ordinary if the truth be known, putting pen to […]
A teaspoon, silver with an exotic design Useless unless handled by a human? Unlike a robot which can be programmed It can lie in a drawer forever and a day, never complain. An implement designed to dress a saucer. *Write a poem about something small, in just five lines. (c) Chris Black. November 2017.
This morning I found myself Swimming against the tide Alone, my muse not by my side Swimming up stream Drowning in a sea of writing negativity Fit to scream Then it struck me like a thunderbolt Relax the mind, tread tentatively With that, some deep breathing exercises Go forward then with the task in hand […]
Little does it know the joy it can bring Not on its own it must be stressed Its contents regularly ease stress It is no mug this cup. Eager always to be first in line To be a harbinger of joy Sometimes its contents taste sweet On occasion have a bitter taste Of course it […]
This morning I stood looking at this reflection There was a pregnant pause Suddenly it spoke back You look proper unhealthy this morning It mouthed loudly. My head ached Those bloodshot eyes That mask of death look I did not want this reminder That party Which went on longer than intended Turned out to be […]
He confided in me I’m off now to write a piece of prose You know I offered, wonders will never cease Would you agree? He retorted, there you go again Allowing your mind to roam Like the nose on your face it is that plain From this conversation you will write a rhyming poem […]
In the darkness of the well of night You drift away and dream Depending on that dream in that picture frame It may well be an uneasy sleep, it may well cause you fright You may well wake up, startled by your scream Those faces that once seemed real, disappeared back from whence they came. […]