You know how when you get it right you feel
Like celebrating, feel like you’re the king,
The best, a dragon slayer, conqueror
Of armies, capable of anything?
Well that was me when, yesterday, I pulled
A six inch iris from my newest block.
It was a print an expert could have made,
And I had made it. Carved from MDF,
The detail I’d achieved astonished me.
And after looking at it for awhile
There only were a couple lines that I’d
Retract. I’d made a minor masterpiece.
Picasso and daVinci’d be in awe
If they could see what I’d created. Me!
And then, this morning, Pinterest arrived
With other email telling me I might
Be interested in a couple sites
Of people who’ve collected wood block prints.
I clicked the first of six sites new to me.
And there they were—a web of images
Entrapping my pretentions. Each of them
Was better than the masterpiece I’d made
And showed I was a journeyman at best;
And probably a hack, a wannabe,
A fool to ever think I could be great.