I have never considered myself a woman of many talents. Actually, I think I a woman that lacks talent. Complaining perpetually is not a talent. However, I have tried to create a talent over the years. Photography, Photoshop, and Poetry. However, poetry is one talent that I cannot grasp. Poetry is holding onto sand; it just slips through my fingers. For a moment, I think I have a great start to a poem. However, the great beginning has a disastrous end. I end up ranting about my feelings rather than using pretty, eloquent, fluffy words to describe my emotions.
A few weeks ago, I attempted to write a poem for the LASGS newspaper. Fail. I cannot transfer my thoughts to paper. Thoughts in my head are poetic. But thoughts in print are gibberish.
