Mud

Anger is not an emotion I know well

It slips through my fingers,

vicious drops that vanish as they slide to the ground,

disappearing under the treads of my boots 

as I forgive, forgive, forget 

The dust of my past billows into clouds

and drifts into the sun 

But dirt cakes underneath my nails 

and my feet are sore from walking 

I beg you to not hate me, 

my soles caked in mud that 

      sticks 

with every step 

I miss you 

but air is easier to breathe than sludge 

and I will not cover my mouth for you

Reviews

[Em]

I think this is really cool! There’s a feeling if you let anger go then you allow yourself to be hurt again, but that moving on is more freeing in the end, definitely a hard lesson to learn. Your poetry really is fabulous.

Em

[hazy]

Thank you! Anger is certainly hard to manage sometimes.

[Einstein Noodle]

wow! interesting .. lots of conflict and creative tension in this for me ... L3 was unclear to me at first ... but i can be slow sometimes :} "vicious drops that vanish as they slide to the ground," maybe vicious drops and vanishes as it slides etc.... just a thought ..;) the other thing in this poem i need is water ... that mixes with the dust and cakes the feet with mud ... i can not help but admire your heroine .. she is mostly foreign to anger .. yet there it is .. after deep pain caused by another .. so she struggles .. my heart goes out to her ... i think you put a lot of story, conflict and passion in a very few lines ... it affected me :((((((((((
E.

[hazy]

In the original version of this poem, L3 was a little different, and certainly more clearly written--it's interesting to hear your thoughts on it. I eventually cut it out in the interest of stripping excess words, but I'm reconsidering now. Thank you for your kind words :)

[Einstein Noodle]

:) ........................