The poet has indeed mastered
Perhaps his jealousy and hurt
To a high degree
As taught by his Muse in Athens
Greece.
Yet he has not been able to
Describe his deep sorrow
About a love he refers to as:
‘Great Love’
Where all components merged
Heart Mind and Soul.
Do you hear me Ana?
Wherever you are now?
Don’t forget your promise
To send me Muse.
Perhaps you have and I am not
Sensing it that much
Maybe a lost Great Love does that
To anybody
Poet or Artist
Anybody listening to his or her
Deep emotional life
That has to be cultivated at first
Before you will walk the gardens
Of your efforts
And muse about love’s
Precious fruit!
Do you read me?
SENSE.ESNES
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.