
only in the process of ageing
one may see the rare appearance
of beauty and which miracle it is
if/ between the factories and canons
flowers will bloom/ and between
newspapers and dealer slips/ poetry
still exists.
poet/novelist Hermann Hesse had
me inspired to extend my own poem
on his valued thoughts about hope:
only at an advanced age – because
one still loves life – you’d visualize
a virtual perspective that lets you
think at a grey trainstation as a
pleasant view/ perhaps the greenery
at the end of the open bend lifts it up
to become a virtual pleasant experience
perhaps just one wondrous moment
could be such a gift to an ageing artist
and poet of love
in experiencing a promising soulmate.
mutual inspiration will always be enhanced
by beautiful minds
that albeit been exposed to polar wind
gusts of ignorance
but whose awakening spring of creativity
will be protected thru’
artistic encouragements.
wonder.rednow
zoltanzelan
zjg-poetry’21.
one has to walk the circle of life to realize this, just before its end.