Writers Wife.
Who will take you home,
when you are half stoned?
Never leaves you alone in the illogical world,
when it twists and it turns you,
and your glue separates…
Who presents a compelling compulsion to fight a conclusion,
when your desire for epilogue seems overwhelming?
Who helps your thoughts to interlock, with the persuasive flow
of magical promise that lies just ahead of each river bend?
Paradoxical definition: Incompleteness;
An improvable truth.
But truth just the same.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem