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The Argument (repost of '98 poem)
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The Argument (repost of '98 poem) |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware 
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He'd come home that day in bitter rage Driving up the sloping drive Wheels squealing as he stopped. Slamming doors so did he strive. In the room he saw her standing Her anger matching his His vision blurred by rage, hers too His thoughts of love were in a quiz. Approaching now, fingers curling She, feeling "What to throw?" Shouting now "Why'd you do it?" Shouting back "Why'd you know?" Now she saw the tie she'd bought him. The scent of Onions, He smelled now, Food she only made for him Hit his anger made him cow Looks exchanged, anger softening And she looked up in surprise Memories crowding, anger pushed back Thoughts of times spent sharing joys His hands reached out and pulled her to him Kiss of love mixed with anger Her fists against his chest between them Pursed lips meeting his in wonder Rage, confusion, love, frustration Mingled in the kiss not broken Kiss returned, the battle changing Passion rising most unbidden Rough, inflamed, love now stormy "*******!", "*****!" feelings broken Grasping arms, kisses fierce "Kiss me!" "Shut up!" words spoken Clothes torn off in disarray Carried to the bedroom laughing Wondering at the power of love now Fire now with one idea fueling Fury turned to aid each other They lay upon the bed now sated Thinking now of cruel words spoken Of spite and hurt the thoughts abated "I'm Sorry." "Me too." clasping hugs now Tears for all bad thoughts end "It was silly." "Shut up and kiss me" It is thus all fights should bend. Great souls have wills; feeble ones have only wishes. ~ Chinese Proverb ~ |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
fighting to an ending, this...wow! |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
Bill--Interesting how anger and passion sometimes remind us of love. |
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Wilfred Yeats Member Elite
since 2000-08-04
Posts 2704Wilmington, Delaware |
Karilea- I've always been fascinated how friends - who seem to "fight" really are communicating love - an acknowledgement of differences - that don't deny their real love for one another - - It's not me - nut I believe it's real - Thank you Martie- I guess love and passion can be a battle of sorts too - Thank you |
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