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Dialogical Tug-o-War

I know you care.

I realize this, now.

Your actions and reactions tell me so.

We're both guilty of breathing life into the "drama balloon"!

 

But, should I lose my focus....please understand, 

that I may be trying to see things from a different angle,

in different lighting,

or through a different pair of eyes.

 

It truly hurts my heart when we disagree.

But that's what makes you.....you-and me.....me.

I suppose that's where we should be celebrating.

Rejoicing even. Proud of our uniqueness, rather than our righteousness.

 

But instead.....we're just angry.

One of the ugliest colors in the pallate of emotions.

Angry because we both want the same thing.

For the other to concede.....to agree.....or to give in.

 

We need to end this "dialogical tug-o-war",

but, personal pride won't allow that to happen, so easily.

It's up to us to wade through the murky pools of our egos,

and to avoid the desert of "lonely pride"...

 

..and to realize, once and for all,

that anger isn't so bad.

At least this kind of anger isn't...

..after all.....it proves we both still care,

— docmaverick, Dec 22, 2007

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Region, Country: The High Desert, in the wild west, southern California, U.S. of A.., USA

Favorite Poets: Keates, Poe, Dickinson, and Dr. Seuss. There are a smattering of others, but why bother listing 'em all, ya know?, I also rely on a few of our poets, here....for advice, and what not. I couldn't possibly explain what a fountain of live, effective knowledge we have...right here in our midst ! To catch a glimmer of brilliance, merely visit: the Stream.

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meic

18 years 5 months ago

Dialogue, whether imbued

Dialogue, whether imbued with anger or not, is infinitely preferable to the slow disintegration of relationaship as in: Why do we now allow a careless chasm to creep twixt curled hands when walking [not quite] side by side? Why do we do what inconsequential things we do when together is a mere coincidence of place? Why do we, despite these lonely loveless things, never think "Why ‘we’?" [from ESTRANGERS] Mike Photo: Me, early 50s - just after winning the resort Disco dancing competition.[!!] For my own orginal graphic art please visit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/7911705@N07