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