To simplify
A whirl of words
In an uncertain haze,
Is to undo a knot
With ones left hand.
The fastened knots
The right hand creates
With its callous ease
An confident twists,
Which to its sight,
Appears as artfully right.
Until its complexities over take its sway
And stirs up an ugly blotch,
Stagnating the flow.
And once a knot
The right shamefully resigns.
While, the unfamiliar left
Attempts to loosen
The whirly wordy knot,
String by string.
A tedious task.

*
(2017)
Years went by…and
The know- it- all Right
Realized with a fright
That she should have Left it alone.

That the Left knew from the start
It wasn’t destined to last
And said "this mess is now your own"

The one knot became two
And two became four
Till it squared and squared…
The space between the Left and the Right
Was never meant to be shared.

The sound and silent fury
From the two hands that clapped
Was only a cosmic spark.
To leave in each palm, a mark.

The Right conceded to have been
Wrong all along
The Left, said "your love was never there
To be gone".

Right nodded with humility
And accepted defeat.
The Left triumphant said;
We were just meant to meet.

So they both parted ways,
One to the Right
The other to the Left.
A bond not to live with
But never to forget.