The Season of Peace
Written for Anthony Biaanco’s ‘Fifth Season’ contest
but missed the deadline. Perhaps there should be a season
in which time never runs out. ;-)
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The heart may be buoyant or leaden or light
Instinctively placid or up for the fight
The soul is the mind and can harbour intent
To spread peace and joy or with anger to vent
So whilst the heart gifts its host life with each beat
It’s souls that charge in or that beat a retreat
Thus when a black heart meets a dark hooded soul
The one net result? A belligerent whole
A dark soul will wage war in earliest spring
Or throughout a summer and not feel a thing
A murderous slaughter ensues through the fall
And even in winter might not rest at all
Should inclement climate defeat a man’s ire
Resentful - his pause in war’s rampaging fire
But just for a week or two at the year’s end
May anger abate so that peace may ascend
Whatever religion - or none - you might be
Christmas can tickle one’s humanity
Until angry souls proffer blessed release
And they briefly rest arms in the season of peace
Copyright © Terry Flood | Year Posted 2022
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