The efficient bus is on time
at the City of Saints
hop on the U4 and rattle down
where U1 shoots one station
to the central Old Town’s
St Stephen
assembly square for every visitor.
It’s difficult to get thro’ toward
The Square of Jews
meet Nica
alert and elegant in purple-blue
intense coloured dress
enhancing her dusky magical
eyes and painted eyebrows.
It’s always great seeing her
we talk about our work at A/F
pause and laugh.
The artist’s eyes see her body
outlined on his canvas
he has created in his mind.
‘Your work is useless if you
don’t exhibit’. B’s words
reverberate in me.
‘Your words are superfluous
useless and dead’
she states about my poetry.
I think I hear Simchi talk about
my poetry back in my student
days
but at least she left my art
unblemished from negativity.
And what does Nica say?
Nothing much.
She bought my art.
Is there any better proof
for the purpose of an artist?
The artist stated with his cycle:
ART IS LOVE
his unfailing belief in his personal
philosophy.
A painting sold to Val in Athens
another to Nica in Vienna
Jo received one for her birthday
and many more sit in her
cupboard space.
Me – ZG – Bard of the brush
Love printed onto paper
bludgeoned with emotional
uproar onto white canvas.
LOVE.EVOL
zoltanzelan
©ZJG-POetry’17.
