Imaginary Whims

Wish the image in my mind

Could be put on paper

Pristine, crisp


Abstract, colourful.


Sometimes I succeed with words

But not with pen, pencil, paint

On Canvas

or Paper.


The image in my mind

mocks me, taunts me.

It wants out

It wants more


But I cannot fulfill its imaginary whims.

And it hurts my soul.