Christine Costello Poet Rhyme

Some Days

Some days the words rush in on me
And my writing gushes out
Like a hydrant wetting children on hot summer day
My fire gets put out

Some days the words tease me
As my writing just trickles out
Like the last moments of water in the garden hose
Conserving it all for a drought

Some days the words gently unfold
And my writing slowly pours out
Like a pitcher of crisp, clean water
Nourishes my body and wets my mouth

Some days the words don’t come at all
My writing it has no chords
My instruments call to me
I am lost without a word

8-16-14

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John Posey September 6, 2014 at 5:00 PM Some nicely written verses..... I wrote one with the same title a while back. It didn't turn out nearly as well as yours.... Well done, my friend...... Jake

Christine Costello August 17, 2014 at 10:18 AM Thanks Dave- hoping for the rush today. I just love the rush. :-) Christine

Jan Allison August 16, 2014 at 4:26 PM I can relate to all these days but thankfully my muse is with me today:-) Hugs jan xxx Christine Costello August 16, 2014 at 6:40 PM today the gods just brought a trickle to me. :-)Christine