There’s an ongoing conflict
Between two strong minds
Staunch individuals at heart.
While the poet investigates
A new venue
Having some relaxation
At a new coffee house
Close to the Red Tower
Dormitory
His spouse denies him
Any other venue than
The one of her own choice.
For him formalistically styled
Places are not important
Neither are the hotspots
Opened up for the number
Of growing tourists
As for his spouse it’s the
Hunger for the city environs
While for the artist it’s his
Inner world
That has golden priority.
So how in the world
Could there ever be harmony?
Individuality has always been
The death for critiqueless
Accommodating others.
PAUSE.ESUAP
zoltanzelan
ZJG-POetry’17.
