rage

Snowclouds in April

 

A lifetime in one day

clouds toss the sun about

and the wind bats the sail

how oppressed you feel

 

As a ribbon stretches

across my page

shiversilver in afternoon light

shafting through tinted glass

of tramstop topwindow

and the whole patchwork years

unfurl in a breezy

meadow like a picnic blanket

or a dancing plastic bag

pick the spots

glinting rivers and

sequin puddles shining

moments, vignettes, entire novels

maybe mundane but it never felt that way

the sky up there so grey

full of snow and rage

 

Today’s GloPoWriMo prompt: write something that involves a story or action that unfolds over an appreciable length of time.

Photo:  Devon Rogers on Unsplash

Rage

Photo: http://cdn.history.com/sites/2/2015/06/hith-bloodletting-E.jpeg

 

bled my rage into a bowl

then held it in my hands

to throw against a wall?

what good is all

this blood in boil

I don’t understand

 

I’m off prompt today. Had a bad day. Rage is possibly my most difficult emotion to deal with. How do you? As a woman (and probably as a man, but I can’t speak to that), we live in the world of outrage. But what about just plain old-fashioned rage… if anger is an energy, how do you harness it without causing pain and destruction? Is something always burnt in that fire? Is it worth it? Is it inescapable?  I don’t understand.