Evolving Emotions: Anger- Poetry

A’s, B’s, C’s, and D’s

 

Planted on a peculiar carpet

you examine the lanes

sectioned off with yellow stripes

and white lines

 

Patches of green grass

encircle the buildings,

each with their own symbol

and saturated design

 

Behind you is a dull

knock

 

Against your back

lay the bulk of your once proud tower

 

A’s and B’s

C’s and D’s

strewn about the carpet

 

By your side

is a pigtailed girl

with pronounced teeth

and corduroy pants

 

She did this.

 

Swept up

you shriek and scream

a gut-wrenching howl

over the tower lost

and dignity torn

 

Tears flow down

with a scowl of bright fury.

Outstretched,

your hands wave

 

pleading for attention,

a witness to this injustice,

this crime of heinous intent.

 

You cry out for the giant

looming over the threshold

to bring about your uprising

and snatch her and her pigtails

in a fit of glory

 

With a turn of the head

thunderous booms

and scooping arms

 

The giants lifts you,

meeting the air

 

This is not what is just.

 

You shriek once more

flailing limbs to break free

from this traitorous captor

 

Your eyes meet the lettered blocks

and the hands

rearranging them

before you are carried away

 

For an hour-long slumber.

I wonder what happens when I lay beside you 

If I rest my head on your shoulder 

I wonder if I can hear your heart tremor 

 

To the beat of my nerves 

I wonder if you tread carefully with your words 

Pick and choose phrases that will make me listen 

 

Riesling over liquor 

I wonder if you have lost thoughts 

Tremble at their release and take them elsewhere 

 

Whisper without me 

I wonder if you hide your truth 

Mask feelings in sweet nothings 

 

Hide dark in the night 

Sagas Among the Arcana: Four Haikus

 

Judgment

she opens the mind

weighing scales for those once blind—

those that surrender

 

The Hermit

it— a lonesome beast

now striking the match itself

to light its own lamp

 

Two of Cups

snakes are arduous,

both in their love and their hate

they’re bound together

 

Queen of swords

student of judgment

sword polished for punishment—

she falls without detachment