All was going well
Or so we thought,
When all of a sudden, a spark,
Before they fought.
The spark was small,
Almost indistinguishable,
But the driving wind made it
Almost inextinguishable.
A little misunderstanding;
Neither willing to give in,
From thence emerged a battle
That both had to win.
If they had reflected,
If only they had paused
It would not have gone so far
Considering the cause.
Too small to remember
In light of the prize,
For one combatant to win
One must be downsized.
The cause has receded
And there is now a new bent:
To win this raging dispute
Is the other’s intent.
At times it died down
As though finally diminished
But one of them stoked the fire
As if to say, it’s not finished.
Male and female
In a verbal combat,
Neither prepared to give in:
Both on the attack.
From the trivial
To the highly non-sensical,
This purposeless verbal battle
Between two adult people.
From a little spark
That should have died right then
To a raging inferno
And a huge problem.
Out of control
With no end in sight,
Two incensed combatants
In a verbal fight.
A clear-the-air here:
It was not me and the wife,
Our quarrels are usually
A two-minute strife.
Particularly because
I am getting old
And before I get heated up
I usually run cold.
Take that, my friend,
In whatever way you like,
But my present age makes me
Too old to fight.
Plus, I had my share
A very long time ago
When the wife always emerged
The winner of the show.
Wild fires and quarrels
Should be kept at bay,
Douse them both at the start-up
By turning away.
The flare-up finally ended
But a lot had been said,
And there was much to sort out
Before going to bed.
If only one had not
Continued stoking that fire
Both would be on firm ground
Instead of the mire.
This was you and I
At one time or another:
A dispute, a quarrel, a noise…
Like a wild fire.
Stewart Russell © June 5, 2023