Stuart Watkins
Sometimes they just flow easy as a rolling stream
effortlessly letting gravity do its job
downward toward the pond, lake, or ocean
without a thought, care, or concern
Sometimes words haltingly struggle to come out
they run into eddies and whirlpools on the way
meandering in circles waiting to be spoken
trying to make intentions easily understood
Sometimes words just get choked up
blocked by nervous hems and haws
expressing one’s heartfelt emotions
sometimes words don’t come easy