The Inventor

through the window, darkness

trees shrouded by shadows

harboring what scurrying things?

what fruits, flowers?

and where the fruits of my labor?!

oh, for the light of day to shine

upon elusive thoughts, to illuminate

the goal of this effort, endless

yet surely to some end

some ingenious notion

some admired innovation

the creator of these is showered

with ample praise and adoration

and expected to bring forth yet more

and with ease and elation

can you not sense the agony?

do you not see these endless nights

in my tired eyes?

contemplating, considering

this wretched thing it is to create

yet oh, the glorious wonder

in casting these eyes upon

a thing which I have created

and so I keep on

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Copyright © 1997 Denise M. Clark