Suddenly there was an explosion of words

Loud enough to damage his ear drums

He had been sitting idling

Contemplating his navel

No thoughts of writing a word

He was having a word holiday

Taking in the sun rays

The Great Spirit spoke

Suddenly there was an explosion of words

The alphabet rained down on him

There was no escape

That was his understanding

Your presence here he muttered

Probably a good thing

Clear the rubble of the mind

There will be no peace

Unless words are written on a page

With that writer and words did engage

Brick on brick he composed his poem

Brothers in arms, all for one and one for all.

© Chris Black. June 2018

~The Poet’s Poet~