Freddy Zalta

Poetry, Love and Coffee – A cocktail of a life in progress.

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  • Life in Pink and other Bright Colors

     A Shadow of two people dancing as a crooner sings a song professing his love for his lady. They are slow dancing on a roof somewhere and the shadow is being cast by a full moon over New York City. The crooner is coming out of a small radio and the couple are each from…

  • Domestic Violence does happen “Here” by Freddy S. Zalta

         I was walking through Washington Square Park last week and there was a gathering of people chanting something, with stickers being worn and signs being thrust into the air. I had no idea what they were demonstrating for or against, so, me being me, I walked over and asked.       “What cause…

  • Waves of Change: Overcoming Barriers with Simple Moments

    In the early hours, the narrator reflects on life while enjoying coffee and listening to waves. Memories of childhood and the passage of time evoke feelings of nostalgia and introspection as they confront the challenges of aging. Ultimately, a realization emerges: breaking through barriers requires awareness and acceptance of change.

  • Old man and Young Lady with Roses

    When I write – I love to use metaphors – rivers represent time, wind represents change and dirty streets can represent regret. I do not think too much when writing because I feel if I did (and I have tried) it takes away from the emotions I am trying, sometimes successfully and sometimes not so…

  • Live, Live and Love

    Each of us is given a finite amount of time on this planet of ours. We are dressed in flesh and bones – with a soul under its disguise. We begin this journey with a clean slate – strange voices tell us to walk, talk and to eat. As we age those same voices tell…

  • Love is a Prayer

    Lips are moving, no one is around. Avalanches of reality fall upon you, virtual reality but painful all the same. Lips are moving, no one around. Youth, vitality, time all wasted so many years ago. Can you remember that flag we unfurled and then waved around the world? Brothers, Sisters, music was playing and the…

  • Dust in the Air – Dreams on the ground

    One of those warm January days outside – soft rain is falling and the temperature is rising, only to fall tonight thirty degrees back into Winter. I walk to a restaurant to get some lunch; the rain picks up and the wind begins to blow so I pull my hood over my head and look towards the…

  • Time – Soak it all in

    My message here is simple – grab a hold of life and enjoy each and every second of your time here.

  • Music with Broken Keys by Freddy S. Zalta

    The fall board is closed, protecting the ivory keys which once sent the sounds of songs echoing through this room, this house, this city. The keys are broken… Can you understand the song I am trying to play here, broken fingers touching broken keys on a piano long past its prime. Its a song I…

  • A motion in Poetry and Song

    There is an hourglass on the table – all the sand has sifted through. There are leaves on the sidewalk – leaves once green and moist – now faded and cracked dry. There is an old lady crossing the street – walker in her hands as a young mother races by pushing a stroller in…