Into a Zone

Oh...
I can get into a 'zone' and just stay all day.
If the mood strikes me right.
And the love I have for writing is in the air.
I could stay there unaware of time.
And why not?

I can not describe the satisfaction I get from it!
And happy I am no one is around me to annoy,
Or begs me to explain...
Why my joy comes to clear the atmosphere.
Without those pointless interruptions,
That lead into accusations expressed...
Of a selfishness.

And yes,
I would have to admit it.
With the hope that the 'zone' I was in has not left!
Sometimes...
Even making ugly faces wont chase some pests away.
They seem to become more enamored,
By what they believe is a mystery that dissolves into...
Undignified name calling!

~That's correct.
That's exactly what I said!
You want to hear those words again?
Beaver lips! ~

'A beaver does not have lips! '

~Nor do they wear a ten and a half shoe,
On a foot that can lift and implant prints.~

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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