Flow
written by: Joseph K. Wells
@joewellsotd
Earlier,
when it flowed,
it f-l-o-w-e-d!
Warm, strong, controlled, commanding!
I could give it any shape I wanted.
I could even create music with it.
One beat, stop.
Two beat, stop.
One beat, stop- stop. Two beat, stop.
Two beat, stop- stop. One beat, stop.
Or, just let a free fall,
roaring like a hundred cymbals
all playing at once!
Now,
not quite at my will.
Uncontrolled at times.
Dribbling a little here,
a little there. A little
everywhere.
Sometimes, just ending
in a burning urge.
At times, I try.
I really try.
I look down.
Squeeze my eyes shut,
clench my teeth tight,
cramp my abs in,
even force a sweat out.
But sometimes,
it won’t.
It just won’t
flow.
It is my age.
It’s got to be.
It has to be.
I know.
Thoughts, words,
poetry,
now just
flow
differently.
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