Seduction

It's funny how she sneaks up on you

Like the mist across a morning field

Reaching with little tendril arms

To wrap seductively around your ankles

Whispering sweet little words and

Humming intoxicating rhythms that mesmerize your soul

Until you awake and find

That once again she has dragged you farther away

And you cover your ears

Refusing to be enchanted 

Trying to decipher fact from fiction

I was on a creative roll for a while there

Until the seductress pulled me away to...

Find a dress, get ready for wedding, learn to operate John Deere, mow lawn, mulch leaves, train puppy, give up on puppy, pull dead annuals, winterize garden pots, mulch leaves again, gasp at layers of dust, start dusting, give up on dusting, clean, do laundry, wash dishes, clean again, how much laundry do three people go through anyway, bills, damn I need to make a will, more bills, what Christmas shopping?, damn where's that puppy, leaves again, clean garage, vacuum, break vacuum, research new vacuum, uggh where is that dust coming from, what? create in studio? can't...too messy, need to catch up on chores....

Damn her. I know these are all things that need to be done. But when I stay in reality mode too long I start getting a wee bit cranky. And I really want to start working on all those creative projects I started but the seductress won't leave me alone. Why doesn't she do the chores instead?

And she whispers with enticing little words

That it'll only take a wee moment

To do your duty

As you turn to confront her

And pull off her mask

To reveal

Avoidance and Procrastination

(I'm cleaning the studio tomorrow)