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.