At the age of 79 years

Quality time for the poet

The artist

The writer.

At times the poet seeks a quiet


To write-up some thoughts

Chasing his mind.

The artist works best within

A new environment

Provided by a friend

But more so by his Muse.


To switch off all trivialities

Get into the vacuum of his


When he’s isolated enough

To tap into his Inner Self

The fount of creative youth.

And without any much ado

He’s able to produce new work

His Muse had initiated

To have whatever he’ll draw

For her. Indeed. Happiness

Is to be appreciated for

One’s art.


The notion of it will be extended

By artist by poet or writer

In a constant pursuit of


And then: What about love?

The question asked by somebody

Who has lost his touch.




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