Just one more word
will stir up differences:
A heated reaction in her
slamming the door.
Every word even in defending
one’s own position
she’d project as an attack
against herself.
This’ll drift towards a cliff
for the last jump
along the road of desolation
for which spouse?
He’s accepted his mute and
dented image
to be battered by her
even more.
Has she not realized this?
Even within her utmost
meddling provocation
his sense is like a finger on
a trigger.
His self-control prevails.
For every door slam he’ll
charge her one Euro.
He has pleaded before:
You ignore me! No reason
To do this at all.
He leaves for his kitchen
domain.
She enters and confronts
him with some trifle again.
As he tells her to please be
quiet
she swears at him and
ridicules his charge for
every slam of the door
slamming the door hard
again.
He jumps up
confronts her at her green
leather couch.
She steps back
her knees give-in and she
falls onto the green leather
couch.
Another series of false
Accusations for pushing her
emerge from her thin lips.
This time he will not listen
to her any longer.
Thanks the Great Spirit
who speaks to him
through poetry.
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.