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.