Words and Phrases
Some days,
the words are quite prolific.
Other days
not all that terrific.
Some moments
the words and phrases race
while other times
barely proceeding at a snail's pace.
Today,
they are somewhere in the middle.
Tell me why
can anyone answer this riddle?
For awhile
there were years of constant writing
then came the gaps most unfilled
as if thought and expression were dieting.
The rhyme and the rhythm
seems to come and go
like the weather
sometimes hot sometimes cold.
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