Poetry

The perfect three line poem

came to me while driving.

Alas, with out pulling over and writing it down

it has slipped away

into the annals of forgotten intentions.

The frustration left behind

is merely an aggravating byproduct.

Things appear differently

when you find something

unexpectedly in your soup.

Was the fly minding its own business

before you swatted it?

Or was its constant buzzing

what made you forget

the meal you were preparing for lunch?

Just don’t tell the kids

about the extra protein added

and maybe they won’t notice.

Sometimes it feels good

to let your parts be free.

Hang where they wish

or flap in the breeze.

Though other times

you feel uncomfortable

and that is when

free time is over

and the supports are needed.

Heat overwhelms me.

I feel woozy and feverish.

I crawl inside.

I hide from the sun.

I curl up with the curtains closed.

The fan is on high.

If you need me, don’t expect me to answer.

I will avoid the brightness for as long as I can.

I have my bowl of water next to me

and here I will be for the rest of today.

Anger that builds for days.

Aggression redirected.

The losers wonder why it happened

and the bully sometimes feels sorry.

The spring began

with an intensity.

Wildfires and smoke

clogging up the air.

Today and the week just past

Rain, rain and rain.

Time to take out the trash.

Too bad I can’t find my umbrella.

Little balls of fluff.

Fuzzy and soft.

Great for distracting the cats

when I am trying to type out my poem.

I need to know everything

will be alright.

The breaker going off

because the microwave was running

does not count!

After a two day dislodger

I have found myself at a conundrum.

Who will be the ones to sit and listen

and who are the ones to walk away.

I find myself already knowing the answer.

Still, it is a good exercise to participate in.

No one is immune to emotions

no matter how much they try.

I know what needs to be done.

The list is right in front of me.

I should be getting up and working on the first task.

Yet, inexplicably I find myself staring blankly ahead.

Is this my executive disfunction in action?

I don’t know.

Maybe I should look it up.

Oh hey, cute cat videos!