There are some subtle
Electro-magnetic powers
With invisible actions
Whose inert causes are not
Immediately foreseeable
Or known
For the better or for the worse
How would one know?
What’s the gut-feel?
That’s all there is you could
Work with.
OK. Let’s detect the thoughts
That slide-show on one’s mind:
A night on a runaway fast train
The body hampered with endless
Rattles
A heap of bones and skin
That lies rejected at the
Luggage-coach’s dusty floor.
The cooled down body warms-up
Gradually in the morning sun
That streams thru’ the gaps
Of rough wood-slatted walls.
In a flash of light the scenery
Disappears
Strapped into a new-age-
Batman suit
The artist flies across the world
In mere seconds
And enjoys sensations beyond
His wildest dreams.
Another flash and he stands
At his easel drawing the woman
He desired
Painting her in her blooming youth
And half a century later he realizes
In a double portrait
That time has chiselled many lines
Into their faces
He layers into a cut beech tree
With a hundred year rings counted.
The artist will not have to wait for
Another time flash
Creative moods gather like clouds
And their contents will flood
The artist’s canvas
In one continuous wash
Its sediments remain.
Art the great Electronic.
The endless adventure
We artists ride.
RIDE.EDIR
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
