Enemies and friends (Why does it have to be winners or losers?)

 

Why does it have to be winners and losers,

enemies hiding outside of the gate?

Crossing a path just as someone is passing,

wondering if it was choice or was fate.

 

Why is it always a fight to the finish,

two people arguing till they are blue.

Slinging of arrows and hurt their direction,

lost in the rubble of all that they do.

 

Why can’t you see that it was something special,

regardless of whether the end came or went?

Love has a way of reflecting the meanings,

taking a moment to see what was spent.

 

Why is it hate that will stand in the window,

pointing a finger if one wanders by?

Why can’t a smile be someone’s reaction,

It’s not that hard if you give it a try.

 

There was no prize or a challenge to conquer,

no games were played on this side of the board

Merely a heart that had fallen in deeper,

moving the pieces towards one so adored

 

Think of the times that the sweet words were written,

when every day was a gift to receive

Yes, it was wrong, but it takes two to tango,

more than a dance if you choose to believe.

 

No need for anger or sadness or sorrow,

memories brought out the best we could be.

Happier times when each moment was springtime,

laughter, the joy that each person could see

 

Standing your ground behind lines you are drawing,

still not as bad as you try to pretend.

Open your eyes, look beyond the horizon,

it’s still the same person you once called friend.

 

 

Reviews

[Lorry]

In my humble experience, the one who decides when the clean break is made somehow feels it is a victory, while the other one is left to regret, in most cases not getting the clean break in first.
But I do agree with your excellent poem, that all it leads to is pissing all over the memories and times you shared. So who can really be the winner in that scenario, when some of it splashes back on to you?
A very nice write indeed.

[willweb]

Thanks so much Lorry. There are probably no winners in a scenario like this, at least not at the start. Thanks for stopping by.

[Soren]

This is a lovely poem both in the message and also its flow. It strikes to the heart in that we seem to define relationships in terms of what is going on at the moment, not the overall happenings in the relationship. We tend to forget the good and remember the bad. A struggle for control often interferes and can destroy. Loved the poem

[willweb]

Thanks so much Soren. I think you said it best. I believe there is always so much more good than there is bad but...the bad gets the headlines. Thanks so much.

[softlyfall]

Very thoughtful and thought provoking. How does love morph into hate, how does competition divide friendships, what lizard brain knee jerk response to adversity makes us our own enemies? Ego, is what I think. The needs of the ego force us to supersede compassion and understanding. But, then again, there are rivalries in all species and only human beings are plagued by ego needs ( and also by the whole meaning of life conundrum)
I doubt there is an answer down here among the wingless.
Love is difficult only when it is conditional, if unconditional we would be happy to let our lover go or happy to lose if it created happiness for the beloved.

[willweb]

So many different scenarios when love and relationships and friendships for that matter are involved. Everyone reacts differently and everyone I am sure believes they are right in their decision. Thanks so much Amy for your nice comment

[Carlos Lorenzo Estrada]

A thoughtful piece of poetry on love. Though everyone loves differently I tend to always draw inspiration from the wise words of a rock legend who said in her poetic way, "Love is a battlefield. " in more ways than one I might add.

[willweb]

Yeah, you can say that again. Thanks so much for stopping by to read.