Artistic Creation

Seasons

Summer is almost
Over as just begun

Did I catch the wave at
The shot of June’s gun?

Everything has been
Weave and scramble

Dodging the heat
As rent by gamble

Weeds now at seed
Need pulling speed

Gardening’s the one
Project craving feed

Kept wanting to focus
On editing and music

But maybe these are
Fall to winter projects

When sunlight pales
As cold sings its gale

And by a heater’s fire
Hours spent are cozy

Artistic Creation, Poetic Musings

Am I A Vessel?

Against my instincts
To be possessed, yet

Transgresions unwarranted
Bombard senses unchecked

How I wish they would get out of the way
Maybe if I wasn’t always fighting for pay

I can’t delve into leaping just splayed
With no safety net set up to catch me

I always carried all of the responsibility
Disrupted by accident into disharmony

With pain screaming just let the music out
Mind-numbing shuffling as cave into doubt

Struggling with cycles’ constant decaying
Why can’t the damn structures restabilize?!