Writers Block

Ah Ambivalence....
I cannot articulate the breadth of any
Instrument of the soul
But oh, that I might drink from the fount of your pen!
I cannot weave the intricate literacy of
My Life's Ambitions
Into verse pleasing fashions.
There's a grenade in the mouth and
I finger on the pin--
Where I as nimble as my muse
or had I the dexterity with which to court her.
But alas, I cannot capture the sentiments
wound about in such elusive whimsy..