Vexation~ A poem
Isolated from humankind,
free of bothersome demands
I find union with creation.
Serenity is salvation.
A fictitious audience,
ghosts often from my past,
critique work as it progresses.
Phantoms cheering my successes.
This solitary time is pretense.
No way to elude pestering demands.
Called away from artistic rapture,
burdens triumphant in my recapture.
I think most any artist can appreciate the poem above.
I wrote it a few years back and have not learned to hate it (as I do most of my poetry) yet.
My thought is that I will hold this one in my mind for evermore and someday publish it in a collection of favorites.