Put pen to paper,
Emotions will rise
Like tingly bits of magic
That have been in disguise
What the heck is it?
Posted in Many Paths Many Voices
Tag: Writing
SometimesWhen I’m relaxedThe words flowMellifluous and bubblingTo meander happilyOut into the world Other timesThey hideAnd have to be wrenched outOf dark cornersStiff and awkward, stuck togetherOn a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all In betweenThere are the bland momentsThey can flow – or notBut dullOnly hanging around…