Poetry

The Flow (#688)

It’s so nice to feel the poetry flow,
It somehow gives life a little glow,

Sometimes words come of their own free will,
Sometimes they sit silently and still,

Some days I don’t even have to try,
Some days it feels like the well is dry,

Some days it all just comes out so fast,
Some days the time between words is vast,

Some days I stare at the page, and it stares back,
Some days I’m on an ink riddled attack,

Some days the words just ignite,
Some days I only write because I should write,

It’s always a tossup if the words will show,
It’s always interesting to see how things go.

Any Thoughts?

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