Cafe-Women

Elfin shape

Shook me

Touched me

Stayed on my mind

Almond faced

Dusky

Star of Venus

On the cup of

Her shoulder

Pointed mind

All over the art of

Pretty café-women

She’s everywhere

A colour splash of lemon

Another of vermilion

Again in French-blue

And swift emerald

On a bed of violets.

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ZJG-POetry’20

The Calling (Rites of Spring)

Into the new day’s wake

The blue spirit’s dances

Faded

The poet’s head rises

His heart beats-up

To an inner calling

The Muse’s voice whispers

Her words though clear:

There’s still just time left for

Hands held entwined

The tender touching hearts

Minds already synced in

Love’s beginning dialogues

For renewing seasons

Like an early spring

Has entered a sacred space

Where love dwells in recluse

In the sparkling of her stars

Lucky present constellations

That the time has ripened

Like white flowers of almonds

And cherry tree blossoms

For the Rites of Spring.

RITES.SETIR

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.