For when he’s early up and
Moves as quietly as possible
She wakes from her light sleep
And throws a tantrum:
Why has he a beep from his
Smart phone to wake him
When she always keeps still
In order not to wake him?
For him it is an unfortunate
Event
Whatever he’ll do she never
Will be satisfied
For happiness there’s no
Reliable recipe
One could buy in a pharmacy.
For now the poet had been
Offered a refuge
Where he may tend to his
Thoughts and find his solace
In verses
Which will be kept from
Fashion or any other influence
Than the purity of his true
Innerness.
The ‘Tear for Zol’ – poem
Still lingers on the back of
The poet’s mind
Just as Ana had taught him:
The more he writes
The more he delves
Into his deeper inside.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.