WORD FLOW

There was a time when she would delight to write Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right In muddled grime her mind can't find a verse A dime might buy a vowel, but right now she'll grieve She has no rhyme things are blurred and to a word she's averse It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return Meantime the choice, to await her poetic voice, then weave her words, at bedtime her muse appears, cheers, words now churn ------------------------------------------------------------- There was a time when she would delight to write Words won't chime her muse did choose to leave Her prime concern, to learn when words will flow just right What's worse, her mind can't find a verse No need to disperse vowels in flight, right now she'll grieve No rhymes to intersperse, word, blurred, and to write she's averse It's downtime, she'll wait late for her muse to return She'll choose, to await poetic voice, her choice, then weave her words, no more blues, her muse appears, cheers, words now churn