P-P-Poetry- That'll Work

I often see and hear people say things like, "Oh, I don't like poetry. I just don't understand it." or "It's boring." Yet, you've probably been wrapped up in poetry your whole life and hear it virtually every day. At least, you do if you're a music lover. While not all poetry can be made into song and not all songs read perfectly as poetry, they are both essentially sewn from the same creative fabric - even if their end presentation isn't quite the same.

Something in the Air

There must be something in the air. Perhaps it's just that it's summer. I have an odd relationship with summer. I like it, and I don't like it both. On one hand, it was the time of year I was born in. So, you could say, that's a check in the "good" column. On the other hand, I'm not one for hot weather. I much prefer cooler weather. So, while everyone else is more active and running amok (amok amok), I'm languishing in the heat of the day and waiting for the cooler evening air to help me get motivated again. Once the evening hits, and I can cool off, it's like magic. (Ironically enough, I disdain air-conditioning. It's like sitting around in a refrigerator all day, and I find it stifling.)

Here we are coming into the swell of evening, the air is getting cooler, a soft breeze is blowing in the windows, and now, now of all times of the day, is the time I want to begin doing something more than just laze about and almost sweat. (I say almost because as indicated above, I was not designed to withstand high temperatures so thus, am not very good at the sweating.)

I must admit, that I have not been very diligent at writing on a regular basis. By the end of the week, my creative juices have dried up. The heat just adds insult to injury by making me feel physically like a wilted plant thirsty again for the cool evening air. I'm going to try harder. I'll try because it's what I love. Whether I'm good, or great, or not so great, it's been in my blood since I was a child. If I can tell one good story, share one good moment, or inspire one additional thought for someone else, then I can call these efforts a success. And if I can't, then I'll just do it for me because it's hard not to do anything else.

In the end, all I can do is be me, whether you like who that is or not. I make no excuses or beg for acceptance. All I know at this time of day, is that there is something in the air that makes me want to do more, strive harder, write, stretch my limits, and be more. It's the beauty of summer despite the heat of the day. The evening and night time hours almost make up for how punitive it can seem to be.

And so, my time of day has come, and so, I write.