I love inspiration

It's wonderful.  You never know when it's going to alight upon a branch of your mind.  I love going places, or looking outside, or just going to sleep because this glorious idea called inspiration could be floating around anywhere waiting to bless me. 
In this young year I have written four songs, which really has me giddy because one of my resolutions this year is to write 12 songs and like them.  The liking them part will be tough, as I'm really self-critical when it comes to music, but I'll keep going.  I'm a third of the way there already!
Last night, as I was complaining about the snow in my diary and how it is keeping me from getting out and doing fun things, I just randomly started writing this poem.  And this is how it goes...

At first I thought you glorious,
Was cast under your spell,
But what I once thought magic white
Is dull, now time doth tell.

Once thrilled by how you glistened 'neath
The beautifying sun,
My heart is sudden downcast now
The shielding clouds have come.

You do no longer sparkle;
You're blank in disarray.
So I'll sit here knowing you in truth
And watch you melt away.

Thus ends it.  I'm thinking about calling it "Frosty Disappointment" or something along those lines.  After I read this to my mom this morning, she said "So what was it about?"  And I think to myself, "Snap! Does that mean it's no good?" So explained what it meant to me, and she said "It made me think of snow."  I think, "Well, that was my inspiration, but 'I was hoping for something a little more original'."  Ah, well.  The minds of a middle age woman and a teenage girl don't often think on the same level. 

I am getting a bit discouraged with my art.  I drew a less than satisfactory picture of Susan the night before last, and I've been trying to draw the Dawn Treader with oil pastel, but it just isn't working.  So, I'm reading online about oil paints, and I think I may buy some and some canvasses to do the Treader and some other ideas I have.  Oh dear.  I see myself becoming one of those poor artists someday if I'm not careful...

Well, dear readers, here I leave thee.