• Allegory


    Down on the floor
    two wrestlers meet
    in a great circle
    on a mat
    with a referee.

    In this arena
    each acknowledges the other
    with eyes fixed, handshakes
    then get down in
    a stance to attack.

    On the whistle
    the referee's hand drops
    the grapplers circle
    in and out they reach
    for an advantage.

    At the crowd's cheers
    one of the two must commit
    one must react
    both seek leverage
    and advantage.

    On the time clock
    the seconds drop away
    time in the ring is short
    victory or defeat is measured out
    in just a few minutes.

    For a moment
    my gaze is pulled away
    from the exhausted athletes
    to the fanatic
    cheering crowd.

    It is then that I see
    everyone as wrestlers
    in the ring of their life's own arena
    grappling against
    their own foe.

    Down on the floor
    sweating under the weight of a rival
    seeking leverage and advantage
    each one struggles.

    In life's arena
    matches come one after another
    the clock always running
    the whistle never stopping.

    Life is a continuous struggle
    either with one's own personal demons or God
    leaving the human grappler
    spent and panting
    in the end.

    Down on the floor
    the buzzer goes off
    the referee raises the victor's hand
    and the defeated
    stares at the floor.

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    Agape commented on Wrestlers


    God writes so beautifully through you....seems there's no wrestling to find the words :) I love how you bring it to life by pointing out that our lives are like a tournement, struggling with the enemy...You bring it home by giving God the victory :) Most Excellent :)

    Dusty commented on Wrestlers


    I enjoyed reading. My fav: "life's arena" how true!

    stormimartin commented on Wrestlers


    EXCELLENT ..... I really enjoy your poetry. Very deep thinking went into this!



    Thanks so much for your encouragement and input. I've posted some new poetry and would love for your thoughts on them.

    Poetry is what is lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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