Andrew Corp

Andrew Corp

You want to fight
I feel it in my bones
The shutters of my heart
are programmed to shut
at impending storms
I am not at home

Though you knock
I’ll not open the door
It’ ll be for your own sake
All you’ll find is my mind
with which I can fight
It’d be far too cruel

I cannot fight you
With words like fists
I would simply batter you
a hurricane lashing storm
tearing root from soil
decimating us both

You want to fight
I’ll not get in your face
You are fighting yourself
When you can get over it
whisper my name soft
in your moonlight

“Arguments are to be avoided;
they are always vulgar and often convincing.” ~ Oscar Wilde


About Peter Notehelfer

I'm a retired people person who now finds the time to watch the little details of the world without worrying about being watched by anyone . . . I live on an Island north of Seattle with my wife named Ellen, a yellow dog named McGee, a yellow cat named Gatzby, and four fine chickens . . . I read fiction, bake bread, smoke salmon, and fish whenever the weather allows . . . Oh, and yes, I try to write a poem every day simply to avoid senility!
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7 Responses to Argument

  1. loricarlson66 says:

    This is a wonderful poem, Peter… one that speaks so much truth.


  2. might as well be speaking Greek to this Italian

    Liked by 1 person

  3. kiwiskan says:

    I totally agree

    Liked by 1 person

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