Somedays…
words pirouette and tantalize
then bolt and disappear
syllables naughtily roll off my tongue
refusing to be counted correctly
thoughts are a jumbled ball of yarn
wickedly inviting me to unravel
ideas flit around like birds
tempting me to cage them
similes flutter on the edge of my mind
metaphors evade my grasp mockingly
I let them be
On others…
words string themselves into sentences
to flow seamlessly from my quill
thoughts and ideas are coherent and concrete
falling neatly into words
similes and metaphors adorn my writing willingly
nary a sign of delinquency
respecting the process
I try not to force the flow.
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PROMPT #137
I give below three phrases
Writer’s platformWriter’s Cave- Writer’s Reality
Choose one or more to elaborate on your writing journey – not necessarily through this phase. It could be anything that happened before, or you foresee as happening after this.
The Reluctant Poet 