Feel the need, then sow the seed.

Yesterday the mood was quite subdued

He had no time for prose or rhyme

Well that is not quite true, just, he did not think things through

On some days of writing he finds it difficult to buy a phrase

This can be a good thing for he could never be a “Synge”

One thing he taught himself through the years, never allow insecurity end in tears

Of course everyday there is a source

Which can point him in the right direction, not everyday will he find perfection

Then there are those days given the time, he’ll write a poem of sorts in double rhyme.

Poetry from The ManShed (c) The author

11/10/19