
not likely that I’ll enjoy
the morn’ at the dentist
but cleaning one’s teeth
is once a year
enduring 30 minutes of
scaling and polishing
besides it’ll be an exercise
in coping with sensitivity
of gums at the base of this
heavy duty biting machine
with the initial focus on
preparing for the awkward
scaling
and not to feel like a fish
in this white/lilac room
being scaled while still alive.
the hygienist/pleasant/
sweet but inexperienced
main thing /all’s done for
the remainder of healthy
teeth.
back along the weidling brook
taking-in the autumn colours
sated yellows/orange hues/
reds and burnt siena browns
colourful nature lifts up the
colour conscious artist’s soul
humming a soul he had
listened to on youtube
recently.
colors.sroloc
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.
walking along a winding brook/always sunk into deep thoughts about life/ talking
to my friend in a virtual world/seeking answers/suddenly one day the rushing wave
of a colour bursting autumn has made me aware of living.