I’ve been working on a Greece-inspired story for several days. In my head it was going to be a great story. However . . .
In Lieu of a Story
Touristing in Greece was tough
On writing time but sure enough,
Bless my heart I tried.
Abundant feasting, wine, and sun
Reduced my story thoughts to one –
“But god it’s good!” I cried.
I marveled at my savoir faire.
I felt Apollo’s presence there.
You’ll forgive my pride.
Every word was marshaled right,
My focus fierce, my vision bright!
Truth won’t be denied.
At last I read my masterpiece,
My quintessential tale of Greece,
And then was mortified.
Expectations drowned en masse,
All I’d wrought was smoke and gas,
Poppycock without a plot,
Balderdash and tommyrot.
My trusted muse had lied.
I moaned and hung my weary head
And wrote this pity tale instead,
But bless my heart I tried!
(c) by David L. Harrison, all rights reserved