Sketch Poem by Jennifer English

Paper is scattered around her room
So far she hasn't got it right
She's tried so hard
For such a long time now
She's exhausted and resigned
Why won't her hands create something of beauty?

Like the roses outside her window
She's dying to be something different
To have a talent
Her imagination is buzzing
But her hands will not obey

The magazines under her bed scream
But screams will not escape her lips
Tears cascade from those blue eyes
She'll not give up
But in future her pen will not sketch
It will be forming words with it's nib

She's found a new beauty
Her stories will be poetic
Her picture painted in words
She will now rely on your imagination
Not her disobedient hand