Late Afternoon Argument

Late afternoon sun

Late afternoon sun (Photo credit: Auntie P)

It might have been the blistering sun
Reflecting from the water
It might have been the temperature
Leeching through our summer clothes
It might have been the low level humming
Of people’s laughter and life nearby

It might have been your constant reminders
Of words spoken so long ago
It might have been ill-disguised condemnation
Implicit in the stories you chose
It might have been the distant headache
Drawing its rhythm ever closer
It might have been that this was summer
Supposed to be joyful
Supposed to be light

Whatever it was, this conflagration
Rose like a fire on dry kindling
And the words that we have spoken
Reverberate again
While hearts still beating
Raise for another round
Another venture, each determined
To be right
It might have been pleasant this morning
But it will be darker here tonight.

© Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

About Helen

I'm drawn to blogging as a way to share ideas and consider what makes us who we are. Whether it's in our working life or our creativity, expression is a means to connect.
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9 Responses to Late Afternoon Argument

  1. This could be a chapter in my own life. This poem I thought was so well written as to be phrased in such a way that I could relate so well to it. How often the joyful can be turned into the darkness when personalities clash. Well done Helen. Another conversation that could be had.

  2. “To be right,” one of mankind’s false idols. 🙂

  3. Wow! I actually want to give you a standing ovation exceptional work Helen =)

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