The artist cannot find peace of mind

Neither can his spouse

Who suffers at his side.

Since seventeen years Ana’s portrait

Is burned into his mind

As he sets out to take

Words turn into sentences

And a face emerges on the

Double folded page

Of his red notebook.

Her eyes filled with deep passion

Look concerned at the artist

Who creates and recreates

Her face

Furrowed with lines of love

Love strokes with fingers

Hands and body

In a love of burning passion

That masked her face

He had depicted so many

Years after her passing.

More than a figure played

Continually on his mind

A dance of body and soul

In Mystical projections

On his mind.

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’17.