It’s morning in Room 12
Where the poet is now
Lodging for nine days
Writing his journal of
Day to day happenings
To his feelings
Dropped into the room
Of his Muse.
She’ll accommodate him
Who knows what the
Peaceful retreat still has
In store for him.
But what will happen
When Fate decides
It’s time for a changin’?
The poet will carry on
Writing
And hopes for an ongoing
Friendship with his Muse.
For now the scenes he
Describes stand clear
Against the crystal-blue
Viennese air
With a red band of longing
Wafting joyfully ahead.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20.