posted at allpoetry.com

A day when words
just flow and go and paint
a picture grab a feeling
slam it at you are the days
the ways that keep me writing
on a day that’s dry

and fallow shallow nothing
special empty of all meaning
gleaning chaff instead
of bread I dread those days
a day of fear that days are here

to stay but somehow
morning comes and there
is something where I
look for sweet release
a peace that comes when

I am done just let the fingers start
the heart will follow
hollow out a little place
a space where I can
lay it down a trickle

tickle then a stream a river
flowing out and over giving
endless weightless freely
pages stages leaves
that fall and cover me