There’s no other
way out from being
pinned against
a verbal wall
than silence.
Much to the dismay
of an irate spouse
with desire to stay
all day on a sunlit
island
arriving on a one-way
ticket
contemplating to fall
victim of being
stabbed by a poisonous
shell
while you
lifelong friend and protector
dream
of sun-soaked paintings
on white-washed walls
preferred artist’s life
island-style.
A Weidling spring day
in mid-November.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’16
