Tuesday, December 7, 2010
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,
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
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
Crow caw from the fields
sun slants through old bottles of
brown, green claret, clear