Again the fall out

as if bad weather

I am closed out from interiors

of bitterly fought family disputations

hatefully, unreasonably ingrained words

fierily uplifted to the surface of accusatory repeats


while I remain tranquilised with calmness, love and peace

not one-sided or the other

recognising as always old usages

of the same old finger-pointing, exercises.


Molten unproductive inconclusive ragings

temporarily cooling

but only in a simmering state

simply, sadly regrouping for a return match.    

◄ Struggle of the unwanted

Credence ►


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Wed 7th Aug 2019 11:25

no pomposity intended, Keith, Pat and Stef, Devon, Rose, but yours are the kind of comments respectfully regardless of number, I had expected.

Sad to think, how common and increasingly so these situations develop and are most times based on pettinesses that can't be dispelled no matter what, and some until it is too late.

My thank's to you guys who have commented and David for his liking

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Rose Casserley

Tue 6th Aug 2019 10:52

I've lost count Leon,
of how many times I've played the role of 'bad weather' and left them to it rather than allowing my sensibilities to be dragged through the mire again and again.


Rose ?

Devon Brock

Mon 5th Aug 2019 21:42

Wait, Leon, were you at my last family get together? Well done.


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Patricia and Stefan Wilde

Mon 5th Aug 2019 16:33

We can more than imagine Leon, that this poem probably rates very high when it comes to being relatable. Brilliant.

P&S xx

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keith jeffries

Mon 5th Aug 2019 14:51


This is a poem I can definitely relate to. You have chosen your words carefully. As the great Lord Nelson is reported to have said, "families! who would have them?" These words he whispered to the young Queen Victoria.
Well done mate

Thank you for this

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