Poetry comes and poetry goes Sometimes nothing can stop it’s endless flow A cascade of ideation (requiring no deliberation) The rhythms and rhymes so easy to find Hell, this is when it helps me unwind Writing line after line Feeling in time Lock-step with some Universal constant That’s not to say it’s clear as day And nothing feels “off” in my life But the ease of emoting It’s like I’m a doting Parent of my inner self Always there to care (even when I despair) Or to celebrate when I’m great Or illuminate my hate Or even just remind me That everything is and will be okay But then! Aghast, with a vocabulary so vast I sit at my desk and suddenly my quest To create turns into a trial Try as I might, I am unable to fight The bright white chasm Of an empty page But still I struggle and force With no recourse or remorse And end up with something I detest! Months later, when I return to the paper I realise; it ain’t so bad 01/03/[[2022]] #writing #poetry