All the things I tell myself I’ll make
A multitude of marvelous manifestations of my musings
Flit around my mind as if the sun was cycling
across my kaleidoscope eye
Unfortunately the florescent fixtures in my dwelling fail to facilitate my fantasies
The paints in front of me are crusted over and my brushes crunch
A canvas and glue and wood and screws
Require a trip to the store
And money I don’t have
Suddenly my motivation is gone
The ideations of my imagination remain inconceivably intangible
To me, it seems my creativity is impassive
where I wish it were insatiable
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I love the alliteration you use in this! It gives the poem a strong flow. I understand the feeling of wanting to create, but then something gets in the way. Glad you could use your witty words to wittle reminders of the struggles of wandering artists.
So true about lighting. It’s so important!