Week of Jul 11, 2016


At first teasing
a bit of a jab
nothing serious, not to wound
And the counter-punch
the escalation,
becomes the habit.
Unaware of consequence,
the steady erosion
of stock-piled goodwill,
the descent inherent in disharmony.
Until one day
the two part in acrimony
or the other obvious if rarely chosen
to become conscious, aware
to feel, remember the love
that brought them together
to forgive and
stop the shooting.

Margaret Dubay Mikus
© 2011

From Thrown Again into the Frazzle Machine

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