purple poet

gentle brush strokes depict

on the painting

the poet’s state of innermost

feelings:

half of the portrait’s left side

as if excitement will rush his

blood/lift him up to a tete-a-tete

with his beloved

at an intense moment of having

fallen in love/dreamy eyes/ but

then the right side where the

stirrings of love have petered

out –

the shards of remembrances

of a love that had been tragically

lost splinters his face

her dusky almond shaped eyes

drowned in the ink-blue sea

of sadness of shed tears of being

taken untimely from this world

of a few minutes if happiness

violence opposed to a happy glow

at the purple moment

the poet fused spiritually

with his muse.

purple.elprup

zoltanzelan

zjg-poetry’20.

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