White Flag

[JoelJosol]

You stopped flying over like a Raptor

turning your head side-ways at 10 o'clock,

letting loose a pout from the corner of your mouth,

or a pair of cheeks rising.

 

Perhaps there is nothing left to burn or level down,

every inch of my territory you have secured,

every token resistance neutralized,

your intuition confirming my mental disarray.

 

Let mechanised units roll in and bring over

the ground forces, plant your flag over this terrain

softened by aerial sorties. For in love as in war,

I recognize when to raise a white flag.

[Tinker]

Hi Joel, This is a very fluid, very cleverly written poem. It has an element of crash and burn to it. It kept me on edge, as if I wasn't sure I wanted to see that white flag waved.

 

~~Tink

[JoelJosol]

Thank you, Tink. It came to me just when I was turning in.

[Aleksandra]

Wonderful and wise.

 

Let ground forces roll in and bring over mechanised units,

plant your flag over this terrain softened by aerial sorties.

For in warfare as in love, I am wise enough to recognize

when to raise a white flag.

 

Very interesting written and on some special way dear Joel.

 

I like it a lot.

 

ALeksandra

[JoelJosol]

Thanks, Alek.

 

I revised the poem to replace it the generic with specifics, 'Raptor' for 'fighter plane', '10 o'clock' rather than 'one quarter of the way', for example.