He’d be lost without repetition.

He’d be lost without repetition.

Squirrelling away information

Always guarantees success?

Sitting in his talking chair

He is never short of a word

The sound of bird song

Another source of inspiration

Their varying sounds

Akin to the variety of words

He has in his vocabulary

Not at all a boast, just fact!!!

Sitting lakeside, another source

On a fog filled morning

View obscured

Ears tune into a cacophony of sound

Experiencing nature in the raw

Further influences his writing

No one should ever say

I couldn’t write like you, I tell them

Go write like you

Words the best things you have to dress a page

You will never catch them wearing hand me downs.

Write down your thought and those

Snippets you find on your travels

Or they will just fade away into the ether.

He’d be lost without repetition.

©Chris Black.

Poetry from The Man Shed

14^th April 2020

~The Poet’s Poet~