The TV has no sound

But if you work creatively

It has no bearing on you at all.

 

The drawings emerge

Pencil

Liquid gel

Watercolour.

Pure colours like fresh dew

On plants and flowers.

 

The inner sound is on

There’s no stopping to

The music

There are no soundproof

Chambers of the heart.

 

You have to heat up water

Add some natural oils and

With hot vapour you’ll

Clear up your lungs

With a first knife cut to

Your throat

Until all settles down

To a sauna-type atmosphere

Covered up with a towel.

 

You’ll get well soon

You have set your mind on it.

SET.TES

 

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’17.