Raging against the tide.

Raging against the tide.

Onto a page of nothingness the poet wrote words

Ripe for picking.

Have we not got more words than we will ever use?

Words, where would we be without them?

Without words how could items of everyday use have been named?

Characters born out of words

Movie characters from years long past –

Roy Rogers, Cisco Kid, The Lone Ranger

Where would they have been

Were it not for words.

Liquorice allsorts can be written with words.

Afterthoughts, fairy tales, movie magic, real life, tragedy etc.

Not everyone follows the prescribed script though

Especially this poet –

Hanging out on this wooden cross

Hoping against hope

That in his garden of Gethsemane

Someone might sit awhile and read, words

Malformed words.

Following a brief intermission

This empty vessel refilled with words feels obliged to continue –

Raging against the tide

While time is on his side

For posterity write some lines

In an odd way hopefully they will rhyme

A poem written between womb and tomb

Words written in ink, someday may be written in stone?

A Lazarus type poem, fleshed out not a skeletal poem.

Walking alone, hard and fast he thought

Write as directed not because you ought.

© Chris Black.

19^th March 2020

Poetry from The Man Shed

~The Poet’s Poet~