My next Piece……….a poem by Rackara

I sit, I ponder , I stare,
My next literature leaves me bare and astray.
I Meddle and stumble ,
I pry and fumble,
But nothing comes to mind.
A symphony it is not,
Beethoven I am not,
To Shakespeare I aspire ,
The second coming I desire,
But a John Doe I beget.
Forgotten and unheard ,
Am I just a weed in the yard?
A whisper in my mind,
It lingers and inspires ,
I know not who you are,
And with you ways bizarre,
I care not how it’s done ,
For the results stain me without disdain.
Seamless as the deep night ocean,
Artistic as Van Gogh with the starry night.
The berg of ice has melted,
I persevered and relented ,
I dabbled with crazy but don’t call me Stacy.
My next piece awaits ,
But the challenge doesn’t put me on my skates.
Seasons change ,
Winter falls,
Summer sears,
But I shall still steer.