As an artist he’s thinking

about his years in a cold

self-inflicted exile

in the North

as he considered the world’s

artistic navel still to be

in Hellas.

 

As a man he’s at peace

with himself on his

outward appearance.

The image might deceive

all who will not take notice

of his ways to conduct

a living.

 

As a lover he had lost

the magic of attraction

except for a few friends

and lovers of his art

he’ll give freely to all

people

who still have eyes to see

and ears to listen

to his messages.

 

There’s a huge effort to

get up daily

wash and dress

to face the world of chaotic

haste

a labyrinth of finding to

one’s inner self.

But there’s no effort for

the play in art and poetic

description

his life is rich of and

he’s continually creating

an empire of poetry

and an artistic ambience.

Long live Love & Art –

>Poetry forever<

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’17.