
your eye shines like a
miniature helix nebula
microcosm – macrocosm
the universal order
above and below
wherein all your life’s
happenings shine
like crystal inserts in a ring
set with gemstones.
the poet writes about the
eye of a muse
he befriended
dissected her innermost
fears
and her greatest joys
perhaps she was though
putting him on a bit
or maybe it was all set
as a play
in his inner theatre of
imagination
but at one stage
high flying turns to
low falling
sweet turns bitter.
yet in a burst of attraction
making-up is love’s biggest
feast.
the untimely passing of a
partner/muse/lover/sister/
hobnob/mother
will always be a tragedy
we live with
all our lives in thought
yet still –
the work of the bone-man
we call a treacherous deed
cheating on one’s happiness
but the only retribution
will be words strung to chains
of verses –
will words be sharp as a
samurai sword for the poet
will it cut all ghosts of the
immediate past into thin
slices of stanzas?
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’20.