Virtuoso

There is a pause in every year
here in the studio
in between those intense months
of lifting tiny brushes at the easel
after the paintings have flown to their new homes

When I catch up on overlooked chores
and bring the unfinished mystery novel
out to the sky chair
only to end up watching the catbirds
rearranging their whispering garden twigs

or…if it is winter

When I sit with a cup of tea
in the patron lounge chair
and a newly gathered stack
of well worn books
and visit with my old master friends

An interval when
during these pauses
I let the creative energies drift
enjoying and listening to
a different rhythm…

when suddenly
the Muses go SNAP !

I have come to know and trust
as my artiste self “matures”
that it’s only a matter of time
before there will soon be a pile
of offerings before me

Feathers and teacups
shards of color
shiny bits and bobs
a jigsaw puzzle of treasures
which have caught their fancy

Dumped now on the table
to test the mettle
and tease the wanderer back
once again sparking that sizzle
tempting me out of that stasis of revelry

Calling me back to the work
which has come to define
the essence
the very core
of all that is meaningful

of who I am in this world…

An Artist.