Anger

Sunday Scribbling #180, Carry On Tuesday #17, Three Word Wednesday, One Word: Corner

Piled them up and this is what I sifted out, with a little inspiration from posts by Quin and Paschal.

Disarmed by
the sudden guilt
anger dissolved
this time
just now, this minute
don’t speak
but later
no grace, no forgive, give
me mayhem mr. sandman
ain’t no sleeping tonight
voices engage
the shots fire over heads and
sometimes
hit the mark
hit the heart
play a  tattoo
beating on, beating up
beaten down
the poets rhymed it
the storytellers made it
their own
we all live it
danger, falling bricks, rocks
stones and sticks
and names can hurt, can paint
themselves on our skin
til only a faded shadow scar
barely seen
but heard round the corner
round the life

14 thoughts on “Anger

  1. Wendy

    Like this! There’s definitely a lyric quality to it…a precision. And the internal rhymes make this rap-ish.

  2. paschal

    I love the rushings of your comma’d lines and the couplet-ed lines that follow: just now, this minute / don’t speak; danger, falling bricks, rocks / stones and sticks; and the exquisite no grace, no forgive, give / me mayhem mr. sandman. Beautiful derangement of the senses: “til only a faded shadow scar / barely seen / but heard round the corner…”

    I’m sorry I’m so late to the comment-party, but I’ve lurked and read throughout the week.

  3. Dee

    feel free to visit or not. I love your comments Paschal but real life is a good thing. It’s easy to get trapped in the internets and forget that 🙂 Peace brother.

  4. Dee Post author

    yes it was – and then I crawled off to find my book and go to sleep. I am halfway through Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins and need to finish so my daughter can snag iy before I put I donate it to the school library.

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