Sometimes words flow rapidly, orderly, freely
Other-times words needs pondering, searching, needling
Anytime the monster Pain shows up to lurk
A wrench is thrown into the work
Cogs start to cough and tumble
Poetic works crumble
Words no longer fit the mold
Sentences won’t do what told
Stanzas end rather abrupt© REDCAT
Pain-shacked muses corrupt
Also posted to Writers’ Pantry #4: Let Poetry and Prose Be Our Break from Catastrophe at Poets and Storyteller United.
And to to Promote Yourself Monday, January 27, 2020 at Go Dog Go Café.