Flexibility

I get these words, they just appear
The magic of thought, from far or near
That call to me to write in rhyme
And post in multiples, three through to nine

And normally, I can simply scribe all day
Blather on, as the train races away
Never lost for an angle, line or verse
And always in calmness, never fraught or terse

Sometimes feels like it's one, two, three
Painting by numbers, simple and easy
The words just roll right out of me
No pressure, happens effortlessly

But then there's words that bring me to a stop
Catch me clean off guard, on the hop
Am intrigued by what they uncover in me
A lack of depth? No flexibility?

Wonder if it will help me understand the man
If I change tack, adopt a different plan
Fathom out this depth in tranquility
Not in battle or adversity

Sometimes feels like it's one, two, three
Performed by rote, no flexibility
The words just roll right out of me
No pressure, effortlessly

But in a strange twist of fortune or fate
Flexibility has been my hardest 'date'
The words really made me wait
'Till they were complete, hope you appreciate