Flow – Poem

Flow

It’s there under the surface
Roiling, boiling
Sometimes showing only as a light fog
Over the depths of water

Words, thoughts
Feelings loading up their back legs
Preparing to pounce

If only

You’d pick up a pen
Grab some paper
Some tunes
Or the quiet of a dark room with candle light

It’s there, the thought
Waiting patiently, sometimes not
To bleed out on paper
Giving it’s all to express

To give voice to the panther
Black, sleek and fully loaded
Muscles exploding into action
Pen struggling to keep up

It’s there, but won’t always push its way out
Sometimes you have to let it
It’ll spring load itself time and time again
But sometimes you have to act
Triggering that automatic response called

Flow

Stephen Kellogg – 2015