Poetry’s a language too

There are days

When poetry flows

As though my mother tongue

And I write

With such fluency

And then there are days

When it’s like a foreign language

And I can’t for the life of me

Form even one coherent verse

 

In response to the Word of the Day prompt: foreign

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