So you ask
Am I angry?
Fuck yes I am
How could I not
be
Do you think I
live
With my heart
Divorced from me
Fuck yes I’m
angry
Wouldn’t you
Feel torn in two
A million jagged
pieces
Tearing their
way
Out of you
So you ask
Am I angry
And I say to you
No, I’m not
angry
I hurt, but then
again
So would you
Chris McQueeney 8/17/12
5:32 P.M.
Crestfallen:
Photo by Photographer Roger Gutierrez - photo.net
7 comments:
Don't be angry. Here's a smile...
:-)
yep and sometimes that anger allows us to get through the pain...cool pic too man...
how we put on a good face....
very nice, chris. but i have a problem: i don't know when your poems reflect your place and space or when they come from a prompt. from a writing point of view, i don't need to know, right?
but if/when you're hurting i'd like to know..
love
kj
The Old Back And Forth
Yes, it's all just true
so damn straight up right on true.
You have stripped my heart
clean out, drained me dry,
what you said I did to you
sometime last Tuesday.
:(...speechless.
Love the hokey image - it contrasts with the depth of the poem. The figure reminds me of Schroeder (the piano playing Peanuts character)
Am I the only one who automatically assumes that poetry is simply writing - not personal? Have I overlooked an important facet of poetic writing? Does the poet write as his/her flow of emotion dictates - or does the poet create a scene and then feel the emotion they've newly conjured?
Or perhaps both?
hmmm, intensely human.
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