Sometimes it would be nice to be able to encapsulate one's feelings into a concise little poem. I find poetry to be rich and concentrated, painting a picture in as few words as possible. Why can't I do this?
My grandmother could. She wrotes books full of imagery. My son can do it. My daughter can do it. They take what is in their hearts and like a single brush stroke, fill the page with light.
My amateurish attempts have been ridiculous. I can't get past juvenile rhyme schemes or predictable, boorish iambic pentameter.
I wish I could write poetry.