THE POEMS THAT FALL SHORT

The poems that fall short:

Lines floating about in my head.
Beautiful couplets or concepts
that want to be pedestalled,
and that I want to pedestal.

But when I try, I fall short.
When I try,
the words are not at my beck and call.

The poem is finished,
but it has gaps or imperfections
and doesn't explain the concept exactly.
It was close but no cigar,
a hint of what it was supposed to be.
a whiff of what the essence was,
but not what it was supposed to be.