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.