Arms and Voices for Peace

there are arms we lay down
& others we hold open

there are tongues we must still

and others we loose;
the barbed tongue that howls like a howitzer
we have to leash and rein in

others crest fists in tsunami rage, or balance hands
that shape silos tilted skyward, curved metal calculated 
and conducted to maximum strikesthe tongue that coos

softer than the dove,

sweeter as beautiful rays splashed

on the wide bosom of a waking beach

that tongue whose voice melodiously flutters

under a blue sky,

let her reign,

let her caress and conquer

the hardness of our guns and melt our swords 

these arms, these hands
could  pull needles from softened metal
that was swords
and use these tongues to tell it– 

let us close the gaping wounds
on the face of the earth
caused by the savage rage
of raw us clawing at things we never can ever own

let it begin, this stitching together
of something torn

 

***Susan(italicized) and I (regular type face) decided, on Susan’s prompting,  to blend our efforts for the Dverse prompt today, which involves truce or armistice.  As always, this was so much fun to craft with Susan–a wonderful, inspiring co-creator, poet and friend!

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