Disenchantment of a Poet’s Heart

Artistic endeavours seem so light hearted,

Inspiration comes and goes, yet, I thought,

Something such as this would be flattery,

Not condemnation!

And to think, thy words touched my soul,

Me thinks now, as the light doth shift,

That I now know how things truly go.

Perhaps it was artistic infringement,

I must have crossed the line, somewhere,

Somehow!  Yet now, all I see is red, red, red!

Must say, now I’ve learned that lesson, to

Keep mine feelings to mine self, for fear

That I might upset another.  Perhaps the time

Hath come for me to wander a different way,

So that I might not step on others toes

As I scribe my emotions into prose.

(c) 2003 A Riddle