Sometimes
When I’m relaxed
The words flow
Mellifluous and bubbling
To meander happily
Out into the world
Other times
They hide
And have to be wrenched out
Of dark corners
Stiff and awkward, stuck together
On a harsh page, not wanting to be there at all
In between
There are the bland moments
They can flow – or not
But dull
Only hanging around long enough
To be erased off the page
So, I always wonder –
Which will it be today?
C Langenhoven ©