
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.