Tantalising Me

My imagined self

Is not the me of today

Or tomorrow

Or probably ever


The self I desire

Could never be

As long as I remain the me I am now

Three days from fourty

I find my now self

Berating my errors

As I eat unplanned toast

Negating my efforts

As I lament on my lateness

In blooming No,

In trying to bloom...


The frustration is in the 'trying' ...

To become

Who though?

A me I'm not?


From my art journal 10/15

Always, Amanda xoxo