*illustration reference, Leonid Pasternak's painting,
"The Passion of Creation" (1899)
I’m finally at a loss for words
This daily writing’s for the birds!
I’ve done my duty every day
Yet now said all I want to say
It’s so annoying, without thinking
(Almost enough to start me drinking)
I set this task that seemed so quaint
I tell you now, oh no it ain’t!
A poem needs to still have meaning
To give it less is so demeaning
I simply cannot “whip it out”
That’s not what this was all about
I wanted to evoke a feeling
And hope you found them so appealing
I think I did, well, up till now
But still got through this block somehow
I think this qualifies as poem
(Too bad in garden I can’t grow ‘em)
Yet here we are! I found a way
Though tomorrow is another day…
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