Sometimes words flow rapidly, orderly, freely
Other-times words needs pondering, searching, needlingAnytime the monster Pain shows up to lurk
A wrench is thrown into the workCogs start to cough and tumble
Poetic works crumbleWords no longer fit the mold
Sentences won’t do what toldStanzas 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.
The world according to RedCat 
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Some days the words flow better than other
Pain and grief are stumbling blocks for the friendly muse!
Love how “Cogs start to cough and tumble” but not in this poem
This one’s neatly said, though.
I completely resonate! Words require a calm and peaceful atmosphere to flow :)
Ain’t this the truth. I guess as long as we show up!
Thanks for stopping by the Go Dog Go Cafe today.
Stephen
Oh, you’ve had a peek inside my mind
Wow! Great wrestling match with words and mind… as for me, I reach for a new piece of paper and sharpen my pencil :-)
I loved your rhyme, sometimes words have no reason.
Thank you.
Feels like my writer’s block when it happens: “Words no longer fit the mold
Sentences won’t do what told”