Rage

The willingness to play upon natural forces becomes the downfall of a person, and this piece describes an irrational rage that is wholly founded upon that internal fire, and its cruel complex.

Rage ~

 

Mine,

I will cherish the lovely pearl oysters,

Until some-

Dark, ravenous sea,

Spills its guts out,

And the waves, crash together with a blood-red rage,

Spilling their thunder-born song,

As scintillating as it is-

And as strange,

Until I,

In my infinite wisdom of Queenly-

Silent mercy,

Place a gentle hand up-

And the mad waves begin to die . . .

 

I will cut them in two slowly,

As I continue to play God

And to own,

This entire sea,

Born as it-

Would be of,

My rage . . .

Isn’t it?

I thought . . .

I blink my eyes several times-

Seeing visions-

Perhaps I was simply

Remembering,

From another time and context-

I pick up several oysters-

They are glowing with a pearlescent quality,

Yes . . . it was . . .

Another time,

In which I made

That storm listen-

At that moment-

I am merely,

Wishing that this fire would diminish-

Into nothing important.

 

I don’t know when I stole those oysters

In my madness,

Or what became of that time-

I do know that today though-

I will not attempt to play God.

 

I let the fury ride itself away . . . placed my pen aside,

And all of my pearly bubbles went-

But down the bathtub,

Finally . . .

 

No, no-

I will not play God with my life today,

I relinquish the power.

Thank you, Lord-

For saving me.

 

Reviews

[Frieda P]

Seems to me you have taken this rage and slayed it quite sufficiently with your words here, sometimes we just need to let our emotions play out instead of fighting them tooth and nail. I really like your style of writing, very nicely pen'd. Enjoyed this...

[Foxemerald]

Thank you very much for your thoughts. It is better to allow our words to come out through the pen, and you have elegantly showed me what this particular exercise meant, to others . . . thank you. I truly appreciate it.