I’m made up:
Of one first poem – the leaf
never mind age fifteen
sixteen seventeen
setting the basics of unlocking
feelings of love.
Of searching for an entrée
to the world of art
with a friend
with a girl who had selected
me for her first intimacies.
Of an inner labyrinth with
many niches – being a designer
of buildings –
Another of depicting my
inner world of feelings
creating a wonderland of
fantastic mythical imagery.
Of an opening I slipped through
to confront a poet in me
a stranger yet familiar
a product of poetical incest.
I’m made up:
Of my other side that claims
destruction of myself that
I have presented in my past years
of my middle aged life.
I’m made up:
Of particles in the air
that surround my being
so as I’ll exist for my friends.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-Poetry’16.