Poets: Don't you just hate it when this happens...?

[♫Beauty From My Pain♫]

My Stolen Inspiration

Don’t you just hate how
When you are observing
The trees that sigh with
The candy breeze flowing
Over the dark blue seas
Rocking and cradling
The boats that float
Inspiration you follow
Ideas you swallow
Hoping that perhaps
You will have written
A poem worthy for
Revision and critique
Yet knowing somewhere
Along the horizon
Purged by anticipation
There be a young boy
Or girl or lady or man
Who has seen what you
Have seen heard what
You have heard and
Smelled what you have
Smelled and is now
Writing what you have
Or had already thought
You had written

Thanks for your critique!