Today November 12.

This cold rainy November

Finally started to prick a

Bad nerve of the poet

Who has an ongoing dialog

With his basic human shell.

This room with a dark

Curtain

A wide most comfortable

Bed with a green fine

Knobbed sheet and

Sunny-yellow covers

Stirs sentimental feelings.

Now then –

‘Leaving behind

Damned cold rainy Vienna

The comfy bed of a wondrous

Muse

Will not despair my cooking

Creative being’.

‘But take the acquired energy

To finalize my poetic efforts’

The poet said and put the

Collar of his leather coat

Up high below his woolen

Beret

For the changeover to bus 401.

RAIN.NIAR

Cold.dloC

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

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