Damn,
if only I had a jar I could drop my creative impulses in as I caught them on the wing,
I might be able to reach in and pull out an original idea for this poem right about now.
Well, why kid myself?
You’re the only person who comes to mind,
and I wrote you a letter anyway, so why not a poem as well?
I can’t think of someone I’d rather waste ink on,
Believe me, I’ve tried

But like I always hear you saying, inspiration is hard to come by,
so I’ll try and get this thing written out before my feelings for you fade to white and I loose them against the page I hoped to pin them to.

Here it is:

I dreamt I loved you once,
but now,
like inspiration as it flutters upward to escape my grasp,

the brush of your wings on my fingertips is all I can remember.


((I wish I could get this to center. Anybody know how? Anyhow, this is my take on the classic love poem, also for writing class.))

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