The Cycle of the Artist’s Heart
Being an artist or a creator in any manner can be tough at times. We fear we may lose “it”, “it” being the thoughts and ideas which drive the creative process. Creation and artistic expression are a constanct balance between the internal and external worlds, as well as the artist’s role as both witness and creator. It takes a special heart to pull it off. 
Heart of the Artist
Musings-of which I
take too seriously-
Match the position
of precarious posturing
I have alighted upon
in the kitchen.
Perched on a bar stool,
scribing on a child’s notepad,
I am stalker of dreams
and artistic visions.
When their residence
and presence elude me,
I vacillate and use
the barstool as accomplice-
Tipping between annoyance
and frantic search.
My mind plays at being mute,
signaling “Not here”-
While my heart beats away-
with the absolute confidence
of an object that inherently
Knows- it can not fail-
even one time.
My assurance in artistic
Creations bumbles and falters
in comparison.
I marvel at the heart’s
Engineering and resilience
How it outperforms, while
I attempt to keep pace
and become adequate in my own
Imaginings.
The heart’s unique combination of
Sound/silence/sound/silence
Lub-dub-lub-dub
Fill/empty/fill/empty
Unlocks the artist within me,
And provides pace and rhythm
of the artistic vision:
Witness. Creator. Witness. Creator.
The heart cycle of the artist.
Oh I felt this one! Yes, witness, creator. Always.
Oh, thanks! It’s difficult when we always want to be in “create” mode- we need to remember that witnessing is the other half othe artistic process.
Miss Miss and all the other hate poetry is about me from shackeled. Just thought you might look at it differently if you knew that. My husband has a restraining order against her, she is fake and evil. Just and FYI. People can be anyone they want on here. No more drama for me, I going somewhere else.