conflict

 

hand in hand he and she went

to Miquilon Lake in fall colours

there he saw heaven

and wanted to remain

but she smelt hell, dying

with stink; defying

the desire to camp,

thus he and she

my nostril and eye,

walked with conflict

as waves of season

rolled on, and on

© henry victor              25.09.2004

 

 

the cow and the bull

i saw the mother cow tenderly caressing

the little calf lying at the mother’s feet

engraving in my mind the symbol

for mild and healthy productivity

i also watched the bull putting weight

unreservedly on the cow, not his own

charging ahead to discharge  all lust

hardly a thought of right or wrong

i, purposely, pause a moment to consider

the contrasting acts of the cow and the bull

the thought of holding opposites together

for a complete vision, my real to evolve

© henry victor