Day by day
For the last seven days
The poet had been at first to find
The mood to slip into the
Protective bubble
Of his artistic groove
Living in a room of his Muse
And touching the circles of his
Responsibility
Looking after an elderly friend
Administering his medication
Strictly within the agreed
Hours.
On the surface an easier task
It seemed
Yet the poet had to learn the skill
To switch off from his duties
To the creative mood he’s
Looking forward to
Day by day.
His creativity has never been
This successful
Never been this prolific
Good deeds followed by good
Art.
A great experience
To be repeated?
BUBBLE.ELBBUB
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ZJG-POetry’19.