nothing civil

there is nothing civil
in this warring
eye to eye

I count the raised blood vessels
in your eyes/lack of sleep
or too much smoke
or perhaps even grief
scrawling the whites with red ink
loss written
in a language I can’t read

for the first time
I taste something thick
and metallic in my throat–
almost fear

but words are your fists
they always have been
and my fists and shield, still

there are no bruises
on either body
but spirits bleed, too
and they will heal
slower than skin does
or broken bones

my eyes are clear
even after pushing us both
past hope,
beyond breaking hearts

not knowing
where this will take you

but hoping
it will guide you
out the door

***Big thank you to Ian Moore, who wrote about civil war, which prompted this write out.

About Susan L Daniels

I am a firm believer that politics are personal, that faith is expressed through action, and that life is something that must be loved and lived authentically--or why bother with any of it?
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14 Responses to nothing civil

  1. nelle says:

    Having lived through it and draw on memories painful still, I offer a big *hug*.

  2. Ian Moone says:

    Thanks for the mention, yours is much better than mine and I am very glad that something came of it, How horrible it is when relationships implode on themselves

  3. Sad, intensely, sad! Things fall apart……..No longer at Ease……..Season of anomie, painful partings,…….long lonesome road. Great poem, sad theme, sad painting dripping with sadness!

  4. Rhonda says:


  5. jomul7 says:

    spirits indeed bleed and heal much more slowly than skin and bones and sometimes in the way, we end up monster like, searching again for beauty. Still wish for you a wholesome healing without scars!

  6. Incomparable and inspirationally a pull and push to seek peace! ~Deb

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