Every time the poet’s spouse

Enters his writing domain

He has to get up from his chair

To let her open the door to the

Small gorenje-fridge.

‘You must think my friend that

I have a study

A studio

A writing den all on my own

Just as all writers have.

It’s amazing how these silly

Interruptions

Create a build-up of friction

And yet

My anger transfers to the

Blank pages of my notebook

Into which I write my poetry’.

“You must be determined to

Do that”

Harald says.

‘Well – perhaps.

More than that

It’s part of my passion and

As such just like making love’.

“Indeed!” Harald said.

“I can understand that with

All my senses

Relating to my own life at

Present’.

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ZJG-POetry’19.