The
Flowing Artesian
Emotion
is the fountain of art
Flows
from the artiste without a thought
Music,
painting, acting or writing, via that conduit
Where’s
the fountainhead of the act?
Mind is
the absorbing computing bot
Correlating,
signaling and ultimately releasing
Yet the
artiste knows not from where it comes
From
aspiration to inspiration then creation
Why this
way and not the other?
It can be
not exactly what we desire
Natheless
it’s done and it seems sometimes surreal
Curious, it’s
as if a power drives and we feel
Sense
memory, life’s lessons and emotional extremes
Empathy,
sympathy, pity and elations to the sky
Tears
from triggers and laughter as if it’s for ever after
No
certainty that the next one won’t be a disaster or a master
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