Pondering on the burning question of the hour
Details, details, the revolving door syndrome
Going round in circles, ‘literally’ moving on the spot
Following his tail, playing catch up
Using his pen like a fork to drink soup.
Constantly telling himself
Concentrate on detail
If only he would heed himself.
Just keep on writing, something will emerge
The flood gates will open
He’ll then find himself swept away in a word surge.
Elation might well follow
Try not to be overwhelmed.
Watch those thought spilled onto a page
Transform into a poem
For us all the approach differs
Each time we get an inclination
It is all about persevering, ink spilled and perspiration.
(c) Chris Black. December 2018
~The Poet’s Poet~