Monday, May 05, 2003
A poem of righteous frustration
I’m trying to write poetry
But can’t
I want to grasp an idea
But shan’t
I write many words
But rant
I don’t want to harvest
But plant
An original, new, and lovely thought
Something inspired something wrought
Of passion, love, and beauty sought
In the hearts of God and man—not bought
In books and learning or social rot.
Grrr . . .
posted by Mary 10:13 PM
