In the spring’s morning mist
A lovely woman dances along
A clearing among a birch tree
Grouping
Near a gentle waterfall.
The poet denuded by her erotic
Presence
Stops gape-mouthed at her
Seductive moves…
Satie’s music comes to mind.
A shortened video sketch
Emerges at last
From common endeavours
Of artist and writer:
In the times of a renewed spring
Marred by a virus-pandemic’s
Negativism clouding brains
Shrunk to a size of koala bears’
No. Think. Look around. Find
The truth. Rebel. Break thru’
The loud-soaked wall.
Don’t be fooled.
Stem against the poison flood.
Flush out your congested
Water taps
Clean the cobwebs on your
Mind’s monitors.
SPRING.GNIRPS
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’20.