Violent Screaming
Over and Over
Rage
Uncontrollable
threatens to engulf this house
of silence
and Zen
he's gone
the lone occupant
weeping
over spilled dirt
torn leaves
broken glass
drops of red
wishing
it had been me
who had left
this perfect expression
of destruction
desecration
of well-loved property
instead
I just
SCREAM
I can't anymore
No tears
why cry
it's done
clean it up
pulling out my hair
sinking to the ground
tidy it up, hide it away
the house
of silence
and Zen
returns
chaos
is
done
Let it all out.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful and exhale.
ReplyDeleteI really like "weeping over spilled dirt". Nice.
ReplyDeleteThis is a great poem, but I particularly love the last stanza.
ReplyDeletewow you broke the silence then brought us back to it...i could breathe once more at the end there...
ReplyDeletei think there is a lot more broken than the flower pot and the silence. nice emotional piece.
ReplyDeletePowerful images. I really liked this. You tell a larger tale in very few words. (And I can't help but relate to you since our profile pictures are SO similar.) Nice to meet you!
ReplyDeleteTina @ Life is Good
Very emotional. I'm with x. there's a lot more that's broken here. The scream speaks of sadness, loss, and frustration.
ReplyDeletei think I have known that scream coming from my own throat.
ReplyDeletethe imagery in it was very good and powerful. I liked it.
ReplyDeleteWelcome Tina! Thank you! It's a frustration that I'm learning to overcome slowly through meditation and training my brain to look at it all as half full. & It won't matter in the end - the physical, emotional, spiritual spilled dirt.
ReplyDeleteI never understand poetry, though i liked this, its kind of dark
ReplyDeleteSo, its done.
ReplyDeleteNice,
short,
crisp,
and conveying.
:)
Cheers
Blasphemous Aesthete