Judy Ball Poet Triolet

After a Fight

Whenever we fight,
It seems we lose sight,
Too much diverts our vision.

So we hurl our slurs,
Dig deep with our spurs,
With invectives make deep incisions.

So I leave the house,
Get away from my spouse,
Go breathe the clean air, calm down.

Find solace within,
The comp'ny of friends,
For in them acceptance abounds.

In their quiet gaze,
I find peace and grace.
The release I feel is tangible.

Out in the clean air,
I can shed my cares,
In the clean, decent comp'ny of animals.

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Andrea Dietrich May 5, 2016 at 8:13 PM looking at your reply to me. Come to think of it, my best friends may have been four legged ones too. Judy Ball May 5, 2016 at 8:35 PM They don't call dogs and cats man's best friend for nothing my friend. I've had dogs and cats my whole life. Couldn't get along without them.

Phyllis Babcock May 5, 2016 at 4:14 PM I hear you on this poem but all in all it comes down to giving and taking and talking to clear the air. Awesome had me smiling. love phyl Judy Ball May 5, 2016 at 8:37 PM Thanks so much Phyl. Yes indeed. We need communication. Glad you enjoyed it. God Bless, JB

Andrea Dietrich May 4, 2016 at 4:08 PM Judy, are you saying your friends are animals, like horses or pets outside? That was the part that surprised me at the end. But if you meant it literally, that is pretty cool!! I sure enjoyed this. It has great rhythm too Judy Ball May 4, 2016 at 6:20 PM Yup I sure did. The best friends I ever had all had tails. Thanks so much God Bless, JB