I love to write, when the words flow onto the page, form a story or fall as poetry
Today the words won’t flow or form or fall, my pen moves across the paper just markings on the page
There are days when they dance from pen to page and I smile as I write
There are days when my pen sings and a poem comes to life
Today they do not want to flow or form or fall
So this is what I wrote
Words do not always flow and form and fall
Not the way I thought they would
Not the way I want them to
Not the way I think they should I stop and pause Is that not where the magic is?
Is that not what I love?
That the words just like life
Will flow and form and fall.