Amour sans amour
For years songwriters wrote
About love without response
Love unrequited
Love standing alone.
Poet’s described the mood
Of yearning
That created the basis for
Outstanding verses and
Soul-touching poetry.
Amour sans amour
Widely experienced
Phenomenon
The poet’s Muse has called:
The Bittersweet
That caused heartaches
Yet opened a window
With a view to a garden
Of love redefined together
As star-crossed-lovers.
AMOUR.RUOMA
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ZJG-POetry’19
Friends remind me on
Facebook of my birthday
My spouse celebrated with me
At Bortlotti’s excellent cake
And ice cream parlour with
Its stylish interior related
To Art Deco with Italian flair.
Reflecting back 79 years
It seems that the scribe in me
Has to survive to tell the tale.
Hopefully challenging tasks
For drawings
Paintings and novels
Will still come to fruition
While my spouse has a mission
To find a free space
Exhibiting the paintings of the
Artist ZG
My Muse looks over my shoulder
I feel gentleness
Love and sensuality
All she promised to send as her
Spirit to me.
SPIRIT.TIRIPS
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ZJG-POetry’19.
Weather hikes and lows
Cause physical disruptions
Especially to people sensitive
To atmospheric pressure
Variations.
The poet has only to observe
His spouses’ behaviour
To know what kind of weather
He’ll face.
Good things: He’ll support his
Spouses’ cost of dentistry.
Bad things: She’s holding against
Him bad management of his
Finances.
‘But that’s in the past’
Is all he replies.
She always talks of bygone times
Whenever he has to leave for
Town
Besides he slips then quickly
Into an elephant’s skin.
GO ZG. GO. His Muse will say.
One he has locked the door
Outside
Happy thoughts fill again his
Entire being.
Bus riding feels like fun
Albeit the rattle and roll.
FUN.NUF
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ZJG-POetry’19.
In love’s sweet moment
Of reaching one height or two
Time seems to stand still
While you listen to the
Petite-mort’s breathing
Your soul’s distant pulses
Of conquering one peak
And another…
That’s how the poet recalls
His experiences of ecstasy.
Later in life the artist lives
From these kind of memories
His past Muse has imprinted
In him
For life’s never been
That sweet.
His spouse wanders on
Another plane
Another projection to life
The artist has tried visiting
Many times
Not that successfully.
Yet friendship still prevails
But like in love
Some friendly moments
On a congruent line of
Understanding
Last only a morning
A day
And no longer.
A called that bittersweet.
The bittersweet in love.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
The bed of dreams
Carries your body in free flight
Your Muses like butterflies
Are chafing your skin
To heavenly delights.
Seventy-nine years since you have
Woken to your first cry’s delight
Or pains of growing up
Emerging from your mother’s
Protective womb.
Celebrations were tainted by
The start of WWII
The sword of Damocles that
Hung above everybody’s head.
Your father missing in Russia
Mom in black clothes for ten years
Suffering from uncertainty for
His return.
Birthday thoughts:
First loves for Pizzy.
Chain of Muses.
Art & Love.
Joey’s and Athens.
Vienna and Budapest.
Prague and Venice.
A life’s traveling in the labyrinth
You’ve designed for your
Start with a supporting spouse.
Life in Art.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
On a sunny Tuesday mor’n
She spoke to me as if was
Already awake
Listening to her in may half-sleep
As I did not react immediately
And she raised her voice
I suddenly sensed her pain
She must suffer added to her
Tooth extraction the day before
She had brought up her supper
During the night
And again her body reacted most
Violently against a pump-spray
Medication against renewed
High blood pressure
She vomited again.
I called the local doc but he was
Already on leave.
The dental surgeon’s assistant
Proposed the local hospital.
‘I need a calming down injection’
B shouted at the evasive woman
And as soon as I’ve ended a call
For emergency assistance
B repeated the same demand
To the ambulance men:
‘Calm down calm down’ one of
The medic’s said impatiently
‘We are here to help but cannot
Assist with injections
Only doctors can do that!’
They contacted her dental surgeon
Who was instantly prepared to
Assist B with immediate help
Against pain and hammering
Headaches…
Finally we arrived at the dental
Offices and B was attended to.
In the past life’s up and down
There had been numerous
Situation like this one
But then she was younger and
She had more resilience.
With physical resilience fading
Also time had eroded tenacity
To carry on with life.
I thought of her medical doctor
Outstanding in handling her.
She feels so vulnerable
Fear has grabbed her soul.
This is B’s most tenacious fight
For survival.
Survival.lavivruS
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ZJG-POetry’19.
Toothaches are heartaches
A saying goes
Coined as a phrase in France:
‘Maux de dent – maux d’amour’.
Indeed there are congruent
Heartaches as well with wild
Toothaches in one’s life
We all have our share of it.
B. talented in fashion design
Completed Haute Couture pieces
Successfully
And also a course in modelling
Could not thru’ a chain of dire
Misfortunes
Perform well in any of these
Categories.
However.
Now after half a century of
Looking back to this life
As a spouse to her
As an artist
A poet
Who expresses his sorrow
In his drawings and paintings.
However.
Next on my To-do-list are
Detailed studies of insects
Fused to themes of fantasy
Perhaps participate on some
Artistic edition?
Such high-flying ideas make
It worthwhile.
A series of drawings with
A new personal style
While studying the subjects
Inside and out:
Like a fearsome extremely
Poisonous spider.
SPIDER.REDIPS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
