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.