Fall Words

Words just escape me, they used to freely flow,
but now it's like reaching for words-I don't know.
They have the power to hurt, harm or heal,
but none seem to bring out my mind full of zeal.
Words and their power come ripe to each season,
some describe landscape and some have no reason.
Some fill my mind with joy and escape
while others just hang waiting for the right shape.
Speaking of shape, words create atmosphere,
while others bend thoughts outside to inside here.
All I can muster are a few random drops...
words...they're just words...and here's where it stops.

Desert to Rain

Wow! Can't believe it's been six months, since I've written a tiny drop!
The urge to write has me all tied up and the urging won't seem to stop!
The words dried up and left me alone in a desert with no words at all,
now my heart is filling with words that appear as raindrops beginning to fall.

The desert, to me, is a lonely place that affects me in more than one way,
I just lay and watch, without movement, while the beads of dry sand make their play.
When the rain comes back my soul starts to wake, the dryness begins to retreat,
I can stand once again, the words reappear and my mind can start to compete.

To the writers in life, who may sometimes "lose" words, there is a small nugget to keep, let the desert blow by you, hold out for the rain, the words will return from the deep.