The Joker (returned)

The joker inside me awoke, 

The joker inside me spoke,

Anxious to continue creating,

"No more procrastinating."

The joker had been suppressed, 

As creatively I had regressed,

Replaced it with a more traditional fool

When trying to gain an additional tool.

The new tool was well received

A fool myself, I was deceived

I'd thought it to be a blessing

As I now must be confessing.

You see, in order to sell 

The story I've yet to tell

I needed to learn the craft 

Of making a photograph.

My imagination, once a fox 

Now was trapped inside the box

Of capturing within the frame

A reality of limited game.

When I realized my true calling

And ended my creative stalling,

I'd say, "My lesson learned"

The day the joker returned.

Reviews

[AWickedMoon]

Wow, this was such a great poem!. So fun to read!

[Michael G.]

I enjoyed the way this poem flowed.
The storyline held true, also.
Good reading!
Keep writing.