ANGER
A volcano erupting
on my tongue
blistering
through skin
muscles
gut
bone
to my soles
where it
burns a hole
falling out
into a lump
of cold
obsidian hurt
on my tongue
blistering
through skin
muscles
gut
bone
to my soles
where it
burns a hole
falling out
into a lump
of cold
obsidian hurt
© 2015 Linda Mitchell. All rights reserved.
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I've now read this poem over and over and over again, Linda. "A lump/of cold/obsidian hurt" gets me every time. Thank you for this anguished, yet beautiful, portrait of anger.
ReplyDeleteCold obsidian hurt. Just perfect.
ReplyDeleteLinda, this is so perfect. Cold obsidian hurt. Wow!
ReplyDeleteCaptured anger really well!
ReplyDeleteThis is really well done. Thanks for sharing it here.
ReplyDeleteWow, what a metaphor! As everyone else said, "cold obsidian hurt" is perfect. Brava, Linda!
ReplyDeleteWow! This poem captures anger so well. Great job, Linda!
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