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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I definitely feel the pressure in this poem. There has to be SOME way of releasing it......safely. Well done!
ReplyDeleteMakes me think of a hurricane, the storm building and then releasing all that energy
ReplyDeleteSuch a powerful poem, Willow. I could feel the pressure and the release.
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