Amour sans amour

Amour sans amour

For years songwriters wrote

About love without response

Love unrequited

Love standing alone.

Poet’s described the mood

Of yearning

That created the basis for

Outstanding verses and

Soul-touching poetry.

Amour sans amour

Widely experienced

Phenomenon

The poet’s Muse has called:

The Bittersweet

That caused heartaches

Yet opened a window

With a view to a garden

Of love redefined together

As star-crossed-lovers.

AMOUR.RUOMA

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19

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SPIRIT

Friends remind me on

Facebook of my birthday

My spouse celebrated with me

At Bortlotti’s excellent cake

And ice cream parlour with

Its stylish interior related

To Art Deco with Italian flair.

Reflecting back 79 years

It seems that the scribe in me

Has to survive to tell the tale.

Hopefully challenging tasks

For drawings

Paintings and novels

Will still come to fruition

While my spouse has a mission

To find a free space

Exhibiting the paintings of the

Artist ZG

My Muse looks over my shoulder

I feel gentleness

Love and sensuality

All she promised to send as her

Spirit to me.

SPIRIT.TIRIPS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

FUN

Weather hikes and lows

Cause physical disruptions

Especially to people sensitive

To atmospheric pressure

Variations.

The poet has only to observe

His spouses’ behaviour

To know what kind of weather

He’ll face.

Good things: He’ll support his

Spouses’ cost of dentistry.

Bad things: She’s holding against

Him bad management of his

Finances.

‘But that’s in the past’

Is all he replies.

She always talks of bygone times

Whenever he has to leave for

Town

Besides he slips then quickly

Into an elephant’s skin.

GO ZG. GO. His Muse will say.

One he has locked the door

Outside

Happy thoughts fill again his

Entire being.

Bus riding feels like fun

Albeit the rattle and roll.

FUN.NUF

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

Sweet Height Memories

In love’s sweet moment

Of reaching one height or two

Time seems to stand still

While you listen to the

Petite-mort’s breathing

Your soul’s distant pulses

Of conquering one peak

And another…

That’s how the poet recalls

His experiences of ecstasy.

Later in life the artist lives

From these kind of memories

His past Muse has imprinted

In him 

For life’s never been

That sweet.

His spouse wanders on

Another plane

Another projection to life

The artist has tried visiting

Many times

Not that successfully.

Yet friendship still prevails

But like in love

Some friendly moments

On a congruent line of

Understanding

Last only a morning

A day

And no longer.

A called that bittersweet.

The bittersweet in love.

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

Life in Art

The bed of dreams

Carries your body in free flight

Your Muses like butterflies

Are chafing your skin

To heavenly delights.

Seventy-nine years since you have

Woken to your first cry’s delight

Or pains of growing up

Emerging from your mother’s

Protective womb.

Celebrations were tainted by

The start of WWII

The sword of Damocles that

Hung above everybody’s head.

Your father missing in Russia

Mom in black clothes for ten years

Suffering from uncertainty for

His return.

Birthday thoughts:

First loves for Pizzy.

Chain of Muses.

Art & Love.

Joey’s and Athens.

Vienna and Budapest.

Prague and Venice.

A life’s traveling in the labyrinth

You’ve designed for your

Start with a supporting spouse.

Life in Art.

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

Fight for Survival

On a sunny Tuesday mor’n

She spoke to me as if was

Already awake

Listening to her in may half-sleep

As I did not react immediately

And she raised her voice

I suddenly sensed her pain

She must suffer added to her

Tooth extraction the day before

She had brought up her supper

During the night

And again her body reacted most

Violently against a pump-spray

Medication against renewed

High blood pressure

She vomited again.

I called the local doc but he was

Already on leave.

The dental surgeon’s assistant

Proposed the local hospital.

‘I need a calming down injection’

B shouted at the evasive woman

And as soon as I’ve ended a call

For emergency assistance

B repeated the same demand

To the ambulance men:

‘Calm down calm down’ one of

The medic’s said impatiently

‘We are here to help but cannot

Assist with injections

Only doctors can do that!’

They contacted her dental surgeon

Who was instantly prepared to

Assist B with immediate help

Against pain and hammering

Headaches…

Finally we arrived at the dental

Offices and B was attended to.

In the past life’s up and down

There had been numerous

Situation like this one

But then she was younger and

She had more resilience.

With physical resilience fading

Also time had eroded tenacity

To carry on with life.

I thought of her medical doctor

Outstanding in handling her.

She feels so vulnerable

Fear has grabbed her soul.

This is B’s most tenacious fight

For survival.

Survival.lavivruS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.

Toothaches

Toothaches are heartaches

A saying goes

Coined as a phrase in France:

‘Maux de dent – maux d’amour’.

Indeed there are congruent

Heartaches as well with wild

Toothaches in one’s life

We all have our share of it.

B. talented in fashion design

Completed Haute Couture pieces

Successfully

And also a course in modelling

Could not thru’ a chain of dire

Misfortunes

Perform well in any of these

Categories.

However.

Now after half a century of

Looking back to this life

As a spouse to her

As an artist

A poet

Who expresses his sorrow

In his drawings and paintings.

However.

Next on my To-do-list are

Detailed studies of insects

Fused to themes of fantasy

Perhaps participate on some

Artistic edition?

Such high-flying ideas make

It worthwhile.

A series of drawings with

A new personal style

While studying the subjects

Inside and out:

Like a fearsome extremely

Poisonous spider.

SPIDER.REDIPS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’19.