A Poetry Roll

Have you ever been on a poetry “roll” where you cannot stop yourself? She has you by the hair, and is throwing you around the room? That is where I have been all morning, trying to escape my muse. She is in charge today, she is not letting go. She is in full mode zoom. But let’s draw some pictures, I plead, in a nice, kind, sweet grown up way. She is chasing me through the kitchen now, a pretty uncomfortable day….