When Your Holiday Is Too Perfect

It doesn’t bring out the best.

I went on holiday 
to a beautiful tropical location.
How wonderful it was 
to escape the dreary winter 
of home. 
Warm sun on my skin, 
white sandy beaches, 
surrounded by rainforest. 
But no poetry 
came to me.
Nothing.
Not a 
thing.

Strange, 
I thought the paragon of 
perfection 
would 
inspire 
me. 
I’d excitedly packed my leather notebook 
and fine…