Opposites

What would reason and sobriety be without drunkenness?
What would desire be without Death looking over its shoulder?
What would love be without the possibility of its loss?
What is the point of promises if nothing really matters?
What would attractions between man and woman be
     without the eternal antagonisms of the sexes?

Life happens in the space
between
opposites.

No exhale without
an inhale,
no breath both in
and out.
Man. Woman,
Yet none can be both
wife and husband.
Order.
Disorder.
Freedom.
Slavery.
A life of the senses.
A life of the mind.
Birth.
Death.
Always one pays for the other,
Each necessary, precious.

Breathe in…

What We Are

We are heads clacking together,
Stiff blades that clash and shatter we are
Sparking,
Flint and rock into fire,
We are two wolves left howling at the moon.

We are a rising of a wave
And the shatter,
We move with the seasons and with
The whales,
We are thighs arching, napes cracking,
We are bones that have yet to die.

Poetry Challenge–Diamante

“Pain and Wind Chimes”

Pain
Relentless demon
Roaring, raging, pummeling
Rampant grinding of gears—Deft drawing breeze
Jangling, dancing, still
Copper piping
Chimes

©Bennetta Faire, 2013