Barrels break cleanly
Right to left.
They continue to come
Set after set,
Crashing close to shore.
The fluidity of the crystal like fluid
Is reminiscent of a writer in a zone.
Typewriter, working its way across the white canvas-
Right to left-
Words flowing effortlessly
Line after line pouring their way down the page.
It’s not always this natural.
When the sea is out of sync
The barrels break before they’re finished.
The fluidity is no more.
Choppy and rough-
The beauty is there but it can’t express itself.
Whether it’s the
There are circumstances ceasing the beauty to come alive.
The mind of a writer is no different
Multitudes of emotions distort the mind’s vision.
Nothing is clear
Trains of thoughts break with no resolutions
There is no clarity
Despite all this
The waves will return.
The thoughts will pour in.
They may not always be clean and clear,
But they will continue to crash in multitudes
And when they do,
Be ready to capture their beauty.