Just scribbling..

We think we write
Sometimes with love, sometimes with spite

Sometimes in sorrow sometimes in plight 

Sometimes with joy and sometimes in the silence of the night

But what we write is only right

When the flow is tight and there is no fight

Between the heart and the brain, when words just fit with delight...

But then there are some
Whose words are only right when the mind struggles

They try to bring their thoughts together like overlapping bubbles

And in that fight the words sound right
They perfectly fit for the poet's delight...

The complications are gone the meaning is clear, 
And that gives one a perfect insight.