JOY (ZJG Isfahan Notebook)

I was a happy kid

by genes and nature

roaming the fields of

nearby soft-hilled Pannonia

exploring limits of freedom

given in holistic art.

I became a happy city slicker

taking on the world of

science and art

with a conscious mind

still shaping my answers

with creative art

to the environs of restless

life

yet its innocence stolen.

I was still in a positive mind

seeking happiness abroad

in an African adventure

that bit a great piece off

happiness in marriage.

I am going-by at days

not unusually depressed

about my failures –

as my spouse calls it –

with a last ditched effort

to provide

better for a ripe old age.

But I’m looking back at

times of greater bliss

with my Muse and my

best output in art

I’ve done in my whole life.

I paint what I write

I write what I paint!

This state had been enticed

and promised by my Muse

to keep me going with

utmost inner joy.

Joy.yoJ

 

zoltanzelan

©ZJG-POetry’17.

 

 

 

 

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