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.