VERSE | THE QUINTESSENTIAL INTROVERT

I am the quintessential introvert
There was a time I had my social spurts 
But all that seems like a lifetime ago
The Corona has given our spacetime a blow. 

I absolutely love my solitude 
When I say ‘Leave me be’ I’m not being rude
It’s just the way I’m internally wired 
Too much nodding and smiling just makes me tired

That’s not to say that I spurn the cliche
Of the Island that No Man Is
I’m just more prone to proverbs that sweep
Through Still Waters that tend to Run Deep.

And now I’m on the back foot yet again
By that adage I didn’t mean I’m a Brain
An Einstein, a Galileo or an Edison
(Well .. maybe a tad like A. Tennyson).

Dear reader I’m the embodiment of reserve
I don’t seek adulation that is undeserved 
But even as I spin this meter and rhyme
I think every enterprising poet doth have her time

In the shining confluence of our universe
Of writers, and scribblers, masters of verse
But since I’m the quintessential introvert 
I’ll tell my tales from my quiet corner on earth

Still, if by some providential twist of fate
Some of you think that my writing’s first rate
Know that I still love my solitude 
I’ll thank ye kindly and then I’ll respectfully brood.