Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Beat

Beat taut skin
two fists  one fist
hands raised high
imitate the sound 
thunder reverberating 
pressure releases
against black sky

Tap skin   finger tips
ba bump  ba bump
softer  slower  softer
substance of anger
dissipates beating skin
arms above head
drops explode 


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3 comments:

  1. I definitely feel the pressure in this poem. There has to be SOME way of releasing it......safely. Well done!

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  2. Makes me think of a hurricane, the storm building and then releasing all that energy

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  3. Such a powerful poem, Willow. I could feel the pressure and the release.

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