The New Year dawns
I hate making resolutions
they never seem to work out
sure I’m told you need to focus
my answer, focus on what?
I’m no genius, I just try daily
my writing is sparse, a desert
nothing seems to grow
only the weeds of my thoughts
choking out the fine nuances
that mark the good writers.
Yet, I try each day to see beyond
to reach deep within mining the heart
looking for that one metaphor
that goes beyond mere description.
There are writers and poets
who seemingly do this with ease
their brains are wired that way
it’s a gift not to be wasted.
Maybe, I’m too old for rewiring
too set in ways beaten into me
by teachers who had no time
to deal with a daydreamer
yet I resolve to write more
to risk it all on a few words.
