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.