Last year around this time I was cranking out some serious poetry. This year it seems I just stare at the screen. That can be quite frustrating. So forgive me if today’s post seems labored, because it somewhat was. However, as is usual, once I get started it seems some goodness always comes from it. So I hope you enjoy “Daffodil.”
I don’t like it when creativity will not come
I sit here staring at a blank, white screen
Having thousands of things to say
That all seem to mean nothing at all
I think too much
I wonder what difference will it all make
Unfortunately it seems the answer is always the same
But can that be true?
Can a pebble be thrown into the sea
And not a ripple be made?
Can a butterfly flap it’s wings
And it not be felt far, far away?
Or is that even what I am here for anyway
To make some sort of major upheaval
Maybe I am a daffodil
I come forth quietly on the waves of warm sun
I spring forth for a time
I show forth beauty
I cause someone I don’t even know to smile
I’ve fulfilled my worthwhile
Then I go back into the earth to replenish the next
I have touched
I am a part