In concentrating on our work
As artists
We fall prey to abience
As we – Poets/Painters/ Idea artists/
Jugglers/Survivalists
Sail thru’ troubled waters
But we are still capable of a quaint
Bubble
We spin around our transformed
Being
Completely at ease
With a peace of mind
We call up subconsciously
The moment we bend down
Our head
And immerse ourselves
Into creative work.
Have we avoided a huge part
Of recurring painful memories?
As we are still able to contact
Our Muses
Past or present
Or even a future one?
THANKS FOR MUSES
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20.