Captain's Log, Quarantine, Day Twenty Eight,
It's evening and it's late,
Time for another poetic update,
I sit here, and yet again, cogitate.
It actually feels pretty great,
I look forward to my little poetry date.
And I always try to really concentrate,
turn everything off and meditate.
Let all those rhymes percolate.
Let all those words decorate.
Poetry is a universe in self,
it won't always let you write what you are trying say.
I just want to rhyme something funny,
write about weather or how its sunny.
But each poem has a mind of its own,
each one is a kind of a milestone.
There is a thousand ways to get to the end,
but it all depends if the message is,
what you intend.