On this September eleventh
Second day in week 37 of 2018
I sat down to contemplate
In a slightly daze
That came over me.
I opened my turquoise journal
Leuchtturm 1917
Read the title for my next poem
I had noted down a day before:
‘I Love the Way You’re Braided’.
And it came to me
Seeing her face in front of me
A lion-haired Amazon in her
Stately appearance
Though gentler in her being
A soulful woman
Trained to path together
Used up skeletal body joints.
She appeared to me with another
Familiar voice whispering to me
As if Ana`s spirit had entered
Her spirit.
As if Ana would talk to me
From the depth of Dr S’ being.
I was thrilled and suddenly afraid
Of taking another step
Where I had left off with Ana
168 months ago –
Yet some voice in me was asking
For drawing a portrait
As my first picture was not true
To her real self
Only an idealization of her iconic
Face
Her expressive dusky eyes
And sensual lips.
This time I feel a rebirth of my
Artistic talents
To depict her real inner being
As I had a peek into her soul.
A welcome challenge.
A study of Artist to Artist.
Soul to Soul.
Face to Face.
A great step toward
Touching her soul.
SOUL.LUOS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’18.
