Hi! This isn't the first poem I've written, but I'm fairly new at it--new enough that I would really appreciate any criticism you can provide. Thanks;)
My inspiration,
Stuck in a block of ice, stone,
Fiery dynamite.

Melt the ice, but not
The dynamite, that's the trick.
Don't explode my muse.

Free inspiration,
But don't destroy my chances,
I'm no magician.

I guess I'll just wait,
Let my block melt alone, in
Careful fires of time.