The poet had interrupted
Sleep
He’s not used to sleep in
A strange bed
One though
That’s well furnished and
Keeps him pleasantly
Embraced
Between soft covers
Inducing light sleep
Let the imagination fly
Off the handle in midst
Of the night
Hooked onto a honeyed
Dream.
Yet he has been stirred
By the characters in his
Poetic legend he is editing
Whenever time allows
Helping his friend. Mr T
As he is known to his
Four assistants and helpers
Who’ll assist by day
And the poet all night.
It’s somewhat a different life
At present
And time spent to think about
A publisher
A poet friend of his friend
Had mentioned.
Sounds terrific?
He’ll prepare his manuscript and
Pass it on to BoD for publishing
‘King of Ice’ will be a good ballad
To start the ball rolling
As the poet had transcribed it
Into German.
Now during twilight hours
The polishing will take place
And to finalize it
Before the start of his postoperative
Cure for his knee.
zoltanzelan. ZJG-POetry’19.