Words capturing feelings
Like drawing the Mona Lisa
With hopscotch chalk
On a gravel path
Whilst the model grimaces, coughs
And rearranges herself
Finally leaves, as clouds mask the sun,
Dances in the rain
And returns, soaked and uncooperative,
To scowl at the artist
And even then
Just as the outline form seems right
The rains wash eveything away
Other patterns form and reform
And the hapless artist
Can only watch
And drop is useless tools to the ground.