Starving Artist or Not?

Sometimes I feel starved for ideas

starved for knowledge and training,

starved for a connection, starved for social interaction,

starved for attention and understanding.

I'm starved for inspiration, 

I'm starved for time and energy.

But, if truth be told... I'm full,

satiated,

appeased ... truly.

I don't make a living at this craft I've chosen,

but I do make a life at it.

So that Question?? of starving ... is definitely questionable

at least in this Artist.

The burro is a pretty bird,

and loves to dine on shirts,

But for a midday luncheon,

Prefers to eat old skirts,

old petticoats and bloomers

Appraise his appetite

While crinoline and corset

Fill him with delight

Once in while a kind monk comes

to her stable and brings

a pear, but more

than that,

He looks into her eyes and rubs her ears

and for a few seconds the burro is free

and even seems to laugh

because love does that

Love Frees

Crow caw from the fields

sun slants through old bottles of

brown, green claret, clear