Glad waking to a gentle light
filtered through the blinds.
One more try to sink back
into a sentimental dream.
She dresses quietly
while my senses wake
facing yet another morn’.
Prepare my notes:
Green Journal Poetry.
Mr T’s tasks I have to
memorize for him.
Preparing breakfast
when Mrs I.R. calls:
Will I be prepared to travel
with Mr T to Bratislava today?
Well yes it’s part of my
survival traits.
B still complains
I do not live with her
but for T and laptop.
Yes I have work to do:
Write
paint and conceptualize
new ideas for – ART –
LOVE IS ART –
TRA SI EVOL.
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
