On a dew-fresh morn’
and friendly sun-wake
an easy walk along the
Weidling brook
within minutes at the
local doctor’s rooms
while a gaunt-faced spouse
with her interrupted sleep
takes on her morning walk
worries about her things
for a daily fashion statement
once denied a career in
selected for ramp modelling.
She’s still keen to attract
Attention in the shadows
of a country retreat
forced upon her by society.
But then it’s best for her
nerves living close to the
Viennese Wood rim
leaving the poet to his words
that emerge within the stillness.
Friend T needs him as company
to numerous appointments
dressed up in blue and grey
wherever he might go
fresh poems will come up or
for the artist a visual idea
he’ll project onto his canvas.
zoltenzelan
©ZJG-Poetry’16