By Megs
Date: 2 February 2000

Insufficient Inspiration

If I could spin thoughts artistic
sugary pink cotton candy creations
whirled round a stick

If I could bend and cut my hard granite images
into reflective little prisms

If I could conform my hearts patterings
into a stanza, 
or sentence, 
or symphony, 
Then I would channel all my love and desire
into a perfect little poem package, 
a sonnet, 
a song, 
Critics would stand silent
The world hailing my talent.

But today as every day
my apolegetically plain steno book with ink 
fall short of the glory of you 
I ball up another sad, lacking, body of words
begging ot be forgotten
silly simple musings of a silly simple girl.