πάλη

We struggled

We fought

Without animosity,

Without hate or fear,

With no hard feelings.

A rivalry we were,

Expressed in physical postures,

Each trying to gain a dominating hold.

Forget the surroundings:

Cold creek shoals,

Pebbly, shifting footing,

or a bedroom, with many handholds

Made from furniture, wall, floor,

or anywhere we found ourselves

In Contest With Each Other.

Both going all in,

And neither yielding, ever,

Defeat and submission

Were not words in our vocabulary.

Our only rule –

Don’t damage the face (too much!)

Our only goal –

To come out on top.

Or behind.

Or trapped, held fast by

Amazon thighs, stronger than

A crocodile’s jaw.

Winning or Losing had nothing to do

with the desired outcome.

We both enjoyed every second

From Challenge to Congruence.

NB


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2 thoughts on “πάλη

  1. I am soooo impressed with this incomparable poem! Fantastic by any standards. The last line is, in my view, genius! (Have you considered omitting “closing”? Congruence, I believe, encompasses the idea of a “closing” or final resolution of the fight, wrestling match…or whatever. Just a thought. — Ron — )

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