A A Rock And A Hard Place

 

I read he was in between

A rock and a hard place,

In that race for a note,

A chord, a word, a phrase,

 A rhythm, perhaps you’ve

Seen that space where

Writers, composers, artists,

Spin and stutter-step

Searching for the face,

The sudden inspiration

To set them free again,

Summer has a safety valve

A bit of rain, a thunder

Storm, but not for those

Between a rock and a hard place

For them it’s heat, hot heat

Until the spirit flows.

 

Stephen Nesbitt ©

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