Prayer for the Rhyming Artist

Knees bent to the floor,
My thoughts are straying toward the door
And of flight, and fright.
If my works will please forevermore.

Lord above, if You exist,
Please don't make my best rhymes this.
Let me find that greatest Art
Within You, and Your divine Spark.

That majestic word of Yours,that Grace
That flings itself to and fro through space
And time, it is an age.
The reason my hands stretch for the page.

My prayer? I pray for love
Love of mine that extends far above.
I pray for wisdom, I pray for a mind
To deal with those who drag me behind.

Small words and ink are all I can do.
Above all, may my work please You.

Random Poetry Drizzle: Ode to a Lonely Icicle

Hello there, little icicle,
How lovely do you sway,
My cheeks are frozen
But you were chosen
To melt my heart today.

Yes I am romantic,
Please! Stay awhile.
Won't let it go
Made it so
Frozen, my heart in your smile.

Is this the case? No.

You're cold, dank, damp
Hard, uncompromising,
Not tantalizing
Not tasty, melt too hastly
Little piece of a tiny cloud melt in the mind of a fantasizing
Writer's Cramp.