Since a fortnight the poet
Enjoys the wings of freedom
Writing about his wanderings
Across the nearby vineyards
On frozen snow
Taken to his Nordic Walking
Sticks and trekking boots
Dressed to fend off frosty
Perpetually blowing winds.
When time elapses without
The conscious mind
Put to senseless stresses
The mind and soul seek unison
And ask the body in heat
To follow.
Dreams of one’s youth stirred
By some old-time movies
Friends place generously on
Youtube for all to share.
‘We are so lucky’
The poet speaks to his spouse
Her physical system in turmoil
She flees the bedsitter and
Perhaps herself.
‘My mind is focused’
The poet says in defense to
Unjust domestic quarrels
Like: ‘What kind of writer are you?’
With an ironic undertone.
‘I’m a writer of Love’s wings’.
End of arguments.
LOVE.EVOL
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.