I search my head and creative space,
Hoping to conjure up new ways to relate.
But words escape me, I’ve used them all before,
There’s nothing that new or inspirational any more.
“Use fewer” they say, “Too many words is too much.”
But then the picture is bland and ugly to touch.
And even the few words that I use,
They have no patience to hear…
How can they listen when they hardly see.
For words can combine like colors on a canvas,
To paint a story like a painting that never stops telling.
But I realize this, I must open my own eyes,
And remember that there are those who appreciate art
And those who keep on walking by.