Draft (NaPoWriMo 2022 #20)

Sometimes I write
and the words
just flow easily,
ephemeral dewdrops
channelled
onto the page.

And other times
it is
a blasted muddy slog,
waging war against writer's block,
besieging inspiration
locked away sullenly.

Meanwhile some lines
appear as if by magic
coaxed into cohesion
with a wink and a nudge,
as if a cheeky grin
conveyed in words.

And some metaphors
were meant to be
like starlight in the void.