Fighting rot

It was a different kind of day

refreshing in it’s own way

flouting routine

I made a different scene.

Rules of writing put me into a morass

I could do no more than sit there on my ass

so I chucked it all for a morning beside the pool

should that have made me feel like a fool?.

I’ve never been one to connect the dots

doing so puts me into a kind of rot

instead, I have to find a different kind of way

even if I can’t keep my critics at bay.

So I sat by the pool railing against rules of writing

it was then that I came upon a sighting

nature’s loveliness, which cannot be equaled

it was an experience that should have a sequel.

How to compare all this with sitting behind a computer?

I’d rather be sitting outside watching kids on their scooters

today I will get back into the groove

across the screen I will make the cursor move.

Janet Bellinger  

c2006