How bad the day begun on the 4th December
It was impossible to communicate with my spouse.
The poet has prepared his next book for an
Upload to BoD
The books on demand – company.
However
Cleaning chores and tidying up
Took a few hours
And then the poet had to visit the local bank
To pay-in some fees for the upload of his
Two books
But little sympathy from his spouse
Her root problem is that her life did not
Offer her an income
While the poet has his hands full
Besides the city visit and to look up friends
And a supporting Muse.
Besides.
He’ll look after his aged friend.
Tonight
When headaches plague his being
Tensions thick like fog around the
Temporary home
He’s off to a visit of his Muse.
There’s a friendly flat awaiting his
Tired body
But when he experiences the quaint
Atmosphere
He’ll relax immediately.
Kept all in white it’s perfect to exhibit
His virtual art
That lodges still in his mind since
Many days.
Since the time he took the courage
To ask his Muse
If he may dwell in her place for a
Night.
‘Indeed’ she said. But alone.
‘Of course’ he replied
Thinking of her vigil for her spouse.
The pleasant white room for a
Superb rest.
He’ll be conceiving his follow-up
Poetry
For now in a solitary state of deep
Retrieve.
REST.TSER zoltanzelan ZJG-POetry’19.
