Division
August 9, 2012 23 Comments
Photo credit: Louise Hastings
I hear them argue -
somewhere a window’s open
despite the washed out grey,
morning rain on glass.
They hurl abuse
from their need for conflict,
emotions drawn
from deep within the ocean bed.
I drink my coffee,
doodle on a notepad
and watch the clouds
float by like egg white
in the merest hint of blue.
Their voices rise and fall
as they divide amongst themselves
the shadows, stars and sun
and earth rights itself again,
grows quiet,
tilts a little further to the left.
© 2012 Louise Hastings
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What an intriguing poem ~ about life, I guess? Conflict is unavoidable, desirable even, for without it there would be no movement … everything would remain in stasis. And after the ‘division’, their is quiet, a settling … & the ‘earth rights itself again’, though there has been a small shift ‘to the left’ … in a ‘knowing’ kind of way? Well, you’ve done it again, Louise … enthralled me with your poem & left me here wondering. Fascinating & sophisticated write ~ I like it a lot
great images in this louise…esp. loved the clouds floating by like egg white and the earth titling a little further to the left….not nice to be a witness to such arguing…
Killer ending…had to catch my breath. Wonderful!
Not very enjoyable to have the arguments of others floating into your home. Takes away from the enjoyment of drinking that early morning cup of coffee.
is the left a good direction…smiles…love hte imagery in this…aprticularly the clouds….esp when you come from arguments to begin with….glad you found a bit of peace to take you from it….
I could feel the tension and distraction until peaceis restored
And the earth rights itself and carries on turning until the next time…. until then, quiet respite.
Oh, this is a gorgeous write. I hate when people argue so loudly that the whole world and his wife can hear. It’s so deeply unsettling. Loved the last line too ..tilts a little further to the left can be taken politically too. Glad it all came back to peace again for you.
I’m not sure if this is where you were coming from, but I was reminded of too many days–and nights–when my parents fought and argued. Made my gut clench, and that was fifty years ago.
Excellent write!
Delicately beautiful.
This reminds me vividly of apartment living as a child–oh the drama queens and the storms of emotion–far better through an open window than up close, but still disquieting. I also prefer a relaxing beverage and a doodle to divide up my world. Excellent word painting, Louise.
Beautiful words, the centre of calmness surrounded by turmoil… an Ahhh moment!
“They hurl abuse
from their need for conflict,
emotions drawn
from deep within the ocean bed.”
You and I both had our heads n the clouds today, though i picked the sun and you picked the rain. Amazing how our words for human relationships fit the skies and the oceans, but it is not just an anthropomorphic world, is it? Here, I see both the humanity of it, and the possibility of things coming out right AND the gorgeous drama of clouds, earth, sun, color and the turning, the hopefully inevitable turning reminding us of God.
fantastic ending – tilting a little more to the left – invites the reader to sit and ponder the meaning of that for a bit.
Louise–I so totally love the earth correcting itself at the end. Wonderful poem.
Can’t help but read it as a reflection of some of the political arguments and discussions. Or just noisy neighbors. There’s attempt to main serenity keeping oneself outside of it. It’s a lot of noise, seemingly petty as the earth and sky continues as is.
and watch the clouds
float by like egg white
Such beauty shouldn’t be interrupted by such conflict.
this was beautiful!!!
nature has a way of putting things in order…
Reblogged this on nickpapag.
Intriguing, things do right themselves but are never quite the same – plenty to think about here
Thank you all for taking the time to read & comment…I appreciate it greatly
x
I like your observers view point in writing this poem, the effect it has even when you are not in the thick of it. Intriguing and yet so perfectly simple