This afternoon
I was writing a poem but it kept disappearing
A blank screen it had words on it but they faded away
Erased by an inner logic of self -critic
I like red roses but writing about them sounds banal
Especially since I was stung by one and didn`t notice
Before three days after puss and itching
I have tried other flowers like tulips from Amsterdam
They were expensive and demanding
I prefer pot plants now, they are safer need watering
Though and words of reassurance.
I was writing about a Danish lily but the flower keeps
Slipping from the page mind the only thing a knew of
This country of "hygge" is frikadeller and herring in
sweet tomato sauce
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem