Deep there-under

Deep there-under reminds me of diving at the coast of Karpathos Island.

zoltanzelan

Deep blue there-under.

She finds her life as stress
In continuous mode
without a brake she’d afford
cantankerous
caught in a verbal labyrinth
that reflects her state of mind
deep ambiguity within her
a manic depressive prison
gene-inheritance
while the poet is hammered
badly
suffering’s a new dimension
yet he’ll not leave her
for her mom made him stay
midst a neon-green splash
of promise to see them right:
Selling off inheritances
living comfortably for a while
buy furs and jewels
having once lived through
an armed robbery in Jo’burg
traveling thru Israel
Palestine
for personal healing.
compose poetry as a ritual
live in the subconscious
in the deep blue
there-under.

zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’15

.Blue Nites 15 Scan

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Deep there-under

Deep blue there-under.

She finds her life as stress
In continuous mode
without a brake she’d afford
cantankerous
caught in a verbal labyrinth
that reflects her state of mind
deep ambiguity within her
a manic depressive prison
gene-inheritance
while the poet is hammered
badly
suffering’s a new dimension
yet he’ll not leave her
for her mom made him stay
midst a neon-green splash
of promise to see them right:
Selling off inheritances
living comfortably for a while
buy furs and jewels
having once lived through
an armed robbery in Jo’burg
traveling thru Israel
Palestine
for personal healing.
compose poetry as a ritual
live in the subconscious
in the deep blue
there-under.

zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’15

.Blue Nites 15 Scan

Lost

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Lost.

All my life
have I not waited
for a partner
a Muse
lover and friend
cast all into one?
I met her reaching out
and took her hand
pulled her up from the
edge of a cliff.
Being together for almost
half a century
would it be the whorl of
bad luck
and a long lost race
that turned into an off-track
competition against each
other?
Everybody to himself
instead of together…
together!
Throwing the good position
of having steered
through troubled waters
and good times
not only for all earned goods
but to heap insult upon injury
in the process of having lost
our souls
Love’s respect
the humane aspect
we’ve started out with
besides wings of hope.

zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’15.