Mosaics Class

I am not artistic, but

I signed up for a class

To learn to make mosaics

Out of little bits of glass.

 

We studied some examples

From a long-past ancient date

Then received our own materials

With which we could create.

 

I watched my classmates jump right in,

Ideas at their command,

While staring blankly at the tiles

And glue I had at hand.

 

With paper and a pencil,

I can quickly craft a rhyme.

My talents don’t extend to places

Where the words aren’t prime.

 

Yet I’ll complete my project

And will proudly bring it home,

Knowing it will never equal

Even my worst-written poem.