ABIENCE

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.

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