Things were going just fine
cordial, cold, robotic, no acrimony
When I broke the calm
by asking the entirely wrong question.
Fighting renewed, airplanes overhead
Daily barrage of AK47 rapid fire
in the electronic street of emails
Your aggressive Stalin to my calmer Churchill.
Collateral damage is inevitable;
children crying with limbs blown off
mentally and emotionally wounded psyches
triggering PTSD tears.
I renewed the truce
withdrew my request
ended the battle
fearful the damage is irreparable.
(I took a graduate poetry writing class at Morehead State University. The professor would assign simple prompts which we would develop into 20 apertures. This poem was inspired by the prompt “I hope …” which was my apertures “I hope that people who hate me now will moderate to apathy soon enough”.