Get up at first light
Is that much easier in
Summertime.
Waking with nature
Venetian blinds not drawn
The poet’s spouse a child
Of daylight.
Sunshine on the canvas
Of a blue-lacquered sky.
The poet enjoys an
Active life
Enhanced by the intake
Of a solution
He prepared from salt
Himalayan salt crystals
His therapist recommended.
Well then.
Here’s two cheers to a
New life.
CHEERS.SREEHC
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
When the body has been used
And pushed to its limits
Even grossly abused
You’ll need to stop
Bur anyway it’ll tell you:
‘I had enough!
Time for a holiday’.
You look for answers
On YouTube videos
Questioning lifestyles
Philosophies
And medical queries.
Clean your arteries
And all will fall into place.
Liquefied veggies will do it
At 79 the poet will try
Anything.
PROST.TSORP
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
Since four years
My spouse and I have build-up
A good relationship with a local
Pizzeria
A the pizza maker is flat out
Working at twin ovens
Kneading the dough and tossing
The flattened sheet
Up into the hot humid air
As part of his great ritual.
E the luxuriant kitchen chef
Is well known for her fine soups
Pasta dishes
And her ‘al forno’ – cooking.
My spouse would walk a mile
For her dishes
If she would not be weakened
By a nasty nervous disease.
However
I don’t mind being a messenger
And wait patiently
Until the mad rush at the delivery
Prep.
It’s always great to talk to people
With a sense of humour
And a zest for living in these
Challenging times.
PIZZA.AZZIP
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
I forgot to take my towel
Along as required by the
Institute of physical medicine
But then the physiotherapist
From Georgia
Accommodates me with
Fetching a huge paper towel
Like used on examination beds.
I like to talk to her about
Whatever comes to my mind.
Her gentle hands massage
Life back into my leg
For a faster healing and recovery.
At times I move my head and
Look up
Gaze into her large dusky eyes
Revealing dedication for her
Mission to heal her patients
And not just to have a job.
The big eyed Georgian woman
With her gentle touches.
GENTLE.ELTNEG
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
While my friend
The man with a religious calling
Plays the show of Armageddon
On his laptop
Relating natural catastrophes
Wars between countries
To the prophecies of the
‘Apocalypse of John’
The poet enjoys the first
Sunny day of summer
Where nature seems to be
Settled into a balance of its
Inert powers
At least here:
Near the Viennese Woods
Close to the Danube River
Enjoying a morning’s walk
Up the inclined Agnes Street
At his ease.
EASE.ESAE
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
Swing into a Sunday morn‘
With Mozart’s Rondo a la Turk
With great panache and
Passionate intonation by
Yuja Wang
Sexy dresser
Mind Body & Soul in line.
Black coffee beans ground
Boiling hot water
French Press
Wonderfully aligned for art
The poet has turned to
Brubeck’s
Blue Rondo a la Turk
To enjoy his road to King Noro’s
Ice World
Queen Nora’s diamond tears.
There’s the ever recurring story
Of love and death
Greatest emotions in everybody’s
Life.
For now Swing.
SWING.GNIWS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
Just as the poet thought about
Ringing Mr T
His own phone rang.
It was Mr T.
His voice still a bit crackled
Words slowed down somewhat
But yet with clearer diction.
He’s in no shape today to attend
To visitors. OK.
Still he’s astonished about the
Severity of his attack on his
Mind.
But he intends to pull through
His worst ordeal since years.
He’ll do it.
He’ll be up again in a few day’s
Time.
No doubt.
As always he’s adamant about it.
But this time some doubt taints
His determination.
Yet he still shows a great spirit.
Now then.
The poet is still in time for the
401 bus to Weidling station
Where he’ll shop for groceries
At a Spar-outlet.
His mind reflects on his
Dwindling cash resources.
Well then
It’s only salads today.
SALADS.SDALAS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’19.
