Where Had the Words Gone

The phrases spit themselves out fast and landed hard. Catching them was not easy for this writer at all. Too bad I was not an experienced bard. Some were short, others unbelievably long or tall. Rhymes were the easiest to remember. Some were sassy with unbelievable gall. The first arrived in early September. They seemed to appear out of the blue. Phrases stopped abruptly in December. Where had the words gone? I had not a clue. They disappeared as surely as summer’s bee. But what could this poet do? Relaxation was the magic key. They came back with gusto, enlightening me.