POETRY: FITTING FOR A HOT TEXAS EVE

Texas is hot. Everyone knows it gets hot in Texas every summer.  But, this year seems worse than I can remember...IT'S HOT!!!  I'm not joking when I say you CAN fry an egg on the pavement on days like this!  I'll embellish on Texas heat another time.  With that being said, I decided my 2nd blog post would be one of my poems about staying indoors: A WRITER'S RATIONALE.  There will be 2 additional poems immediately following the poem: OVERWHELMED and SHELLS.  Thank you for reading.  I'd love your comments if you have time.  They will be added to my poetry list as well.
 ~ Enjoy and stay cool.

A WRITER’S RATIONALE

Didn't go out today - didn't leave my room, writing -

Home is where I feel most at ease.

Truth being, haven't really gone outside -

For quite some time now, peaceful self-soothing -

Is what I prefer.

Constant in my head, analyzing, composing, editing -

Dreams, passionate anticipation of new assignments.

Content - thriving, despite lack of social interaction -

Humans are social creatures, yet habits challenge theory -

I am a challenge.

A writer socializes intimately with his designed characters

Companions gathering together, singing, drinking - fulfillment.

In truth, I sit with pen and paper, dismissing those who call -

Embrace solitude, content with little musings.

Hope I’m understood.

Writers, particularly poets are reputably hermits -

Seeking privacy, solitude, therefore...seclusion.

My excuse anyway, it's a good one – so,

Excuse the mind-set, accept my world, my words.

This is my desire.

                                                                        

OVERWHELMED

The mess on my bed

Is the mess in my head...

            Chronic disarray

Dreadful habits unshed

Accumulating things unsaid, unread...

            Swirling melee

Purge, to cleanse my purpose said

Out loud and in my head...

            Again, I'll disobey

                              

  SHELLS

We are the smallest

Shells not found until

Hardened over grit

Sculpted in truth

As grains of sand

Engrave the soul

Secret pearl masks

Hidden tales, love

Pieces left behind

Magnificent journey

Unique metamorphosis

Memories culled

Re-arranged, displaced

Longing for the shore                                        

                        

POETRY: FITTING FOR A HOT TEXAS EVE

Texas is hot. Everyone knows it gets hot in Texas every summer.  But, this year seems worse than I can remember...IT'S HOT!!!  I'm not joking when I say you CAN fry an egg on the pavement on days like this!  I'll embellish on Texas heat another time.  With that being said, I decided my 2nd blog post would be one of my poems about staying indoors: A WRITER'S RATIONALE.  There will be 2 additional poems immediately following the poem: OVERWHELMED and SHELLS.  Thank you for reading.  I'd love your comments if you have time.  They will be added to my poetry list as well.
 ~ Enjoy and stay cool.

A WRITER’S RATIONALE

Didn't go out today - didn't leave my room, writing -

Home is where I feel most at ease.

Truth being, haven't really gone outside -

For quite some time now, peaceful self-soothing -

Is what I prefer.

Constant in my head, analyzing, composing, editing -

Dreams, passionate anticipation of new assignments.

Content - thriving, despite lack of social interaction -

Humans are social creatures, yet habits challenge theory -

I am a challenge.

A writer socializes intimately with his designed characters

Companions gathering together, singing, drinking - fulfillment.

In truth, I sit with pen and paper, dismissing those who call -

Embrace solitude, content with little musings.

Hope I’m understood.

Writers, particularly poets are reputably hermits -

Seeking privacy, solitude, therefore...seclusion.

My excuse anyway, it's a good one – so,

Excuse the mind-set, accept my world, my words.

This is my desire.

                                                                        

OVERWHELMED

The mess on my bed

Is the mess in my head...

            Chronic disarray

Dreadful habits unshed

Accumulating things unsaid, unread...

            Swirling melee

Purge, to cleanse my purpose said

Out loud and in my head...

            Again, I'll disobey

                              

  SHELLS

We are the smallest

Shells not found until

Hardened over grit

Sculpted in truth

As grains of sand

Engrave the soul

Secret pearl masks

Hidden tales, love

Pieces left behind

Magnificent journey

Unique metamorphosis

Memories culled

Re-arranged, displaced

Longing for the shore