“How Anger Comes to Me”
It comes to me scowling
A leaping cheetah
Over my picket fence
It shakes me up like madness
By my shoulders
Rolling its red-coal eyes
It kicks me about violent
With boots at my butt
Deadening my hard skin
It bares the fangs of poison
Bites and claws
Spilling blood at my temples
It comes trampling my poetry
Wringing hands wiping its brows
Stretching the livid vowels in 'angry'
A and Y as if nothing mattered in between!
Image from the Internet
3 comments:
Superbly created angry creature! I am sure your real anger is more contained ... milder. Smile.
lol Nabina first of all the pic made me smile somehow I can not associate anger with you:) but I found the poem very interesting and very lively. You really make it sound bad ..good work ..
lol thanks you both!
the creature is a child of the Net! And I can be angry in those rare moments, quite disgustingly so...
No, but writing abt anger makes me lose a lot of it:)
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