River of Words (#52)

Amazing writing’s ebb and flow,
One moment still the next on the go,
Sometimes there’s a long steady stream,
Sometimes it only comes in a daydream,
There’s no rhyme or reason why,
Words happen as they happen by,
Morning, afternoon even middle of the night,
There’s that sudden lightbulb light,
When they come, they must be expressed,
Even when I want them to arrest,
Alas, it’s not something I can stave,
It’s much akin to me versus a tidal wave,

Any Thoughts?

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