ALIVE

The second time the poet

Had been offered:

Soup/ Goat cheese/ and

Buttered bread/

Animated conversation/

A soft bed in a pleasant

Apartment’s surroundings.

He was enticed again to her

Welcome’s gentle mind

That touches his soul

Rouses him like cashmere

On bare skin

And liquefies his feelings.

Sipping green tea

His Muse had lit up the

Poet as an artist:

Selected Kinship

An impromptu composition

Of his innermost.

The antique clock chimes

Ticking away one’s life:

8 am. Time to dress well

In full physical tune

After an invigorating

Shower.

ALIVE.EVILA

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.

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