Pantoum: Time to let the anger out
It is time to let the anger out
I keep it always too much with me
Hard memory freezes me in its grip
I shut my eyes to dark thoughts
I keep it always too much with me
Like lichen, it clings to me
I shut my eyes to dark thoughts
To open up brings a shock of image
Like lichen, it clings to me
Holds me shuddering in its grasp
To open up brings a shock of image
A place I cannot go
Holds me shuddering in its grasp
I pull back, turn an outward gaze elsewhere
A place I cannot go
Where bodies bruise in union
I pull back, turn an outward gaze elsewhere
Change memory's slide to a blank screen
Where bodies bruise in union
Where innocence is lost
Change memory's slide to a blank screen
Dial the focus to a blur
Where innocense is lost
And once more I retreat
Dial the focus to a blur
As pain ebbs on silent haunches
And once more I retreat
To a silent space of darkness
As pain ebbs on silent haunches
For a moment, I steer memory
To a silent space of darkness
I am the keeper of the pain
For a moment, I steer memory
Hard memory freezes me in its grip
I am the keeper of the pain
It is time to let the anger out
I keep it always too much with me
Hard memory freezes me in its grip
I shut my eyes to dark thoughts
I keep it always too much with me
Like lichen, it clings to me
I shut my eyes to dark thoughts
To open up brings a shock of image
Like lichen, it clings to me
Holds me shuddering in its grasp
To open up brings a shock of image
A place I cannot go
Holds me shuddering in its grasp
I pull back, turn an outward gaze elsewhere
A place I cannot go
Where bodies bruise in union
I pull back, turn an outward gaze elsewhere
Change memory's slide to a blank screen
Where bodies bruise in union
Where innocence is lost
Change memory's slide to a blank screen
Dial the focus to a blur
Where innocense is lost
And once more I retreat
Dial the focus to a blur
As pain ebbs on silent haunches
And once more I retreat
To a silent space of darkness
As pain ebbs on silent haunches
For a moment, I steer memory
To a silent space of darkness
I am the keeper of the pain
For a moment, I steer memory
Hard memory freezes me in its grip
I am the keeper of the pain
It is time to let the anger out
posted by Judy at 7:31 PM
3 Comments:
*Applause*
Very well done, I liked most of the ones you're written, and then especially this one, the one about letting the anger out :)
<3
Why do we always obsess on the pain and the bad (or what we think must be bad)? Why can't we let go?
-adrienne:)
Sometimes we sweat the small stuff and stuff the big stuff. That's what this poem is about. Stuffing the big stuff and trying not to...
J.
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