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Tuesday, February 3, 2015

Separating Seeds From Intent

We sit at the same table
separating seeds from intent.
Our chosen stances grip the X
until eye to eye kills compromise.
We have become a field where
nothing grows except division.

©Susie Clevenger 2015

19 comments :

Carrie Van Horn said...

That is so very true Susie. You have made the page heavy with few words as only a true poet could do! :-)

georgeplaceblog said...

Clear, vivid picture of two unyielding people. Sad there can't be compromise but sometimes the situation is impossible.
Very nice

Jazzbumpa said...

wow - that's bleak

a sad end to something

namaste

jzb

Marian said...

Argh!

Anjum Wasim Dar said...

so true-it so happens..

Outlawyer said...

This has such interesting context--seeds from intent--almost as if you are speaking in different spheres as the words are really very much from different worlds--seeds physical--intent mental--of course, one understands how they fit. Very interesting and works well to express the conflict and separation, Susie. Thanks. k. (http://manicddaily.wordpress.com)

Björn Rudberg said...

There are those discussions -- eye to eye where only distances will grow.. This says it all, we have been there.. sometimes mending the bridges, but I recon that it will never be the same.

humbird said...

Separation between words and being able to follow them....how true

Sherry Blue Sky said...

Yes. In a nutshell.

Kerry O'Connor said...

A sad state to find oneself in at any time of one's life. You express the point very clearly.

Kenn Merchant said...

I just read the poem "Ember" at Cabernet Confessions, and this poem is similar, but with separate results. Your poem talks about two people who can't forgive and forget, or at least come to a compromise, where as in "Ember" it talks about keeping the coals burning, even among all the strife. I agree that there are moments when two people just can't agree, but keeping a warm heart in the end allows for some clarity I think.

hedgewitch said...

This is subtle and makes one sift the meaning along with the seeds and intents that separate us, and of course, I love the use of the word division, which is also a kind of propagation, if in this case, not perhaps the one desired.

Mama Zen said...

Killer closing line!

Mark Kerstetter said...

Ah, if only those hands would meet, take the seeds, plant them!

Daisylistens said...

I especially love your last line, great job.

vinithadileep said...

Sad, isn't it! Loved the last line. Beautifully done. :)

Kim Nelson said...

Detente at the dinner table! Someone must bend a bit of trouble will continue to brew, no?

Helen said...

... hoping it's long division.

Grandmother (Mary) said...

...until somebody bends unexpectedly...

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