rude health

for years

the fog of nordic lands

between extreme ice

and the blistering heat

between icy waters

and the med’s gentle cool

that we floated upon as

free children

have clouded our minds

pinched at our knee bends

like naughty corgis did at

mandela visiting the queen

we aren’t children of the

‘king of ice’

But descendants of lesser

Lords

soldiers of the cretan zeus

in midst of all these

philosophical observations

the poet demonstrated his

skills

to write with his right hand

recently operated on

where for years his nerves

ar finger cups suffered a kind

of starvation

caused by a carpel-tunnel-

syndrome

but recently successfully

reconstituted

so he still do his penning

with his beloved ink pens

continue his series of

journal poetry

his friends all over the world

enjoy reading.

for years aphrodite’s love-child

having lost his wings of

freedom in love

tragically fallen on hard ground

nourished solely with

a rice-drink.

rude health.

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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