His writing room

Filled with silent companions

Yet they speak volumes

Words their sheer mass

Overwhelming to some?

Ink blots on a page

Make every word intelligible

Staring through closed eyelids

Imagining the end product

Overwhelming to some?

Words, their sheer mass

Walking straight lines or raggedy paths

From whosever pen

Overwhelming to some?

As a matter of course

This poem, composed while stargazing

On this gentle night

Should bring enjoyment of a kind?

Overwhelming to some?

In conversation it has been noted

Some poems he composes could fit inside a raindrop

Others for that matter go on ad infinitum

Can be overwhelming to some.

Poetry from The Man Shed

~The Poet’s Poet~  © Chris Black 20/12/19