Twixt cup and lip be many a slip.
Though drink be poured, the boat be moored
And steady stands the ship.
Still shirt and collar reveal err’d drip.
With rage once felt and words sore dealt
I doled disdain through words of pain
as iron freshly smelt
And shone fell eyes as tattooed pelt.
And words with ire returned cannon-fire
Rent two apart with battered hearts
Smoldering in the pyre
Creating circumstance foul and dire.
With grand intent from two minds bent
To prove the wrong in the other’s song
With words poor spent
As angels nearby pray some hint.
Then lessons learned from scars well earned
Show quick peace, words soft as fleece
Balm hearts trampled and burned
Yield recompense long yearned.
Tis curious thought, so quickly brought
Once hands release imagined beast
And questions cause that we fought.
Now reconciled two minds as ought.
Then a butterfly lands on white knuckled hands
All the world stopped. Weapons now dropped.
Lines gone from the sands.
The crouching warrior stands...
And begins to make new plans.
By JAPOC, June 2018