The steam of anger
frustration and bad mood
has evaporated
during cold November nights
along the tidy rows of vines.
You ask from life’s opportunities
for another chance
to revisit personal happiness
take up Ariadne’s thread
earn some good times
at your advanced ripe age.
While hope creates sweet thoughts
of tamarind
you paint another layer
to Anna’s turquoise portrait
part of your heart’s blue fibres.
Throw recyclable glasses
into the dark grey boxes
for saving the environment?
Will you still find the island
of your dreams exists
upon earth’s labyrinth
at the end of fate’s thread
closing your existence?
zoltanzelan
ZJG-Poetry’16.