The Need To Be Crafty
It was really hard expressing
my artistic point of view,
When I found I wasn't crafty
in the crafts I tried to do.
I tried my hand at candling
I couldn't grasp the trick.
The candle wouldn't stand up straight
And it refused to take the wick.
Bob Ross's "Joy of Painting"
His creations all were magic.
I never should have tried to paint
It was wasted time -and tragic.
In the ancient art of tool design
I flunked out crafting gourds.
Fights between my left/right brain
Denied me artsy craft rewards.
I tried my hand at making bread
I love its ancient tasty prize.
Proof -yeast- is such a fickle thing
When it chooses not to rise.
How about that Quilting Guild?
It's where I tried to stitch.
My 1/4 inch was always off,
My quilting -quilted "in the ditch."
No satisfaction from those tries
Though I strained to be creative.
I' m forced to learn to live with it,
Not long! Cause I'm in my eighties.
But if words mean 'crafty' in this race
This is where I'll place my bet.
Cause words construct inspired thoughts
I'd rather capture in my net.
Forget those crappy crafts I've tried
They're in the past-herewith ignored.
Those crafts that didn't call for words,
Were always dull and left me bored.
Of all the crazy crafts I've tried
Only one comes shining through.
I finally got it in my head,
Word-craft is the one I can do.
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