SPRING 2020 The Pic to Poem

SPRING

In the spring’s morning mist

A lovely woman dances along

A clearing among a birch tree

Grouping

Near a gentle waterfall.

The poet denuded by her erotic

Presence

Stops gape-mouthed at her

Seductive moves…

Satie’s music comes to mind.

A shortened video sketch

Emerges at last

From common endeavours

Of artist and writer:

In the times of a renewed spring

Marred by a virus-pandemic’s

Negativism clouding brains

Shrunk to a size of koala bears’

No. Think. Look around. Find

The truth. Rebel. Break thru’

The loud-soaked wall.

Don’t be fooled.

Stem against the poison flood.

Flush out your congested

Water taps

Clean the cobwebs on your

Mind’s monitors.

SPRING.GNIRPS

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.

ZG and his Passions

To all my readers and friends:

A video by Radovan Grahovec, in an interview with Zoltan Galos artist & poet, aka. zoltanzelan. It shows his work in his confined place with plenty of creative activities. His published books in English with http://www.trafford.com and with Strategic Book Group. Besides, the poet has also created authentic art, he writes about as painted poems and vice versa with literature. In this intellectual and passionate dualistic space, his creativity blooms. The artist will endevour to have an english-dubbing soon available.

zoltanzelan

Working Place of ZG, artist & poet.

In this confined place, I have created my Journal Poetry and some interesting novels, published on BoD-Books on Demand, Norderstedt.

Besides, when the artist’s groove overrides, many paintings and drawings.

zoltanzelan

Love Below the Sea

(ZJG Poems to Artwork of ZG)

The tired sun drowns

Its sorrows

Wine-red beads of

Drunken tears

Pearls of love upon

The Nereid’s hips

Sunken treasures from

The deep

Secret thoughts reflect

In myriads of patterns

And souls commute

Every night

To Poseidon’s translucent

Highly lit concert hall

Dancing  singing

Festive floats

Converge and fuse again

To open  close

Turn loose

Tightening their lyra’s

Strings

Into sets of magical

Chain lit lantern plays

Across the Med’s expensive

Blue

And perform drowned soul’s

Tarantellas

Until the break of dawn.

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.

Cafe-Women

Elfin shape

Shook me

Touched me

Stayed on my mind

Almond faced

Dusky

Star of Venus

On the cup of

Her shoulder

Pointed mind

All over the art of

Pretty café-women

She’s everywhere

A colour splash of lemon

Another of vermilion

Again in French-blue

And swift emerald

On a bed of violets.

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20

The Calling (Rites of Spring)

Into the new day’s wake

The blue spirit’s dances

Faded

The poet’s head rises

His heart beats-up

To an inner calling

The Muse’s voice whispers

Her words though clear:

There’s still just time left for

Hands held entwined

The tender touching hearts

Minds already synced in

Love’s beginning dialogues

For renewing seasons

Like an early spring

Has entered a sacred space

Where love dwells in recluse

In the sparkling of her stars

Lucky present constellations

That the time has ripened

Like white flowers of almonds

And cherry tree blossoms

For the Rites of Spring.

RITES.SETIR

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.

ABIENCE

In concentrating on our work

As artists

We fall prey to abience

As we – Poets/Painters/ Idea artists/

Jugglers/Survivalists

Sail thru’ troubled waters

But we are still capable of a quaint

Bubble

We spin around our transformed

Being

Completely at ease

With a peace of mind

We call up subconsciously

The moment we bend down

Our head

And immerse ourselves

Into creative work.

Have we avoided a huge part

Of recurring painful memories?

As we are still able to contact

Our Muses

Past or present

Or even a future one?

THANKS FOR MUSES

zoltanzelan

ZJG-POetry’20.