179 Degrees

A happy poem....yeah.

179 Degrees

 

You squeegee my feelings from your safety glass windshield, cracked

Throw them into an ever cooling stew of my emotions

The smell sometimes sweet, sometimes desperate

Doled out one at a time, in ultra-conservative portions

 

Do you smell that?

God damn it…..

Emotionally obtuse, one hundred and seventy nine degrees

If you would turn and face your own destruction

You would see

That Rome is burning

And I am the keeper of the water

You my dear, will make an exceptional pile of ash.

Author's Note

Woohoooo......thanks for reading!

Reviews

[c.m.]

This is different for you...but still just as wonderful as usual. It's a very powerful piece. You say happy but it seems so angry...I love the last line. Nice job love.

[Poetic Beauty]

this poem catches your attention from the first line. I love the last stanza the most for it makes this one powerful poem.

[Jenny Nelson]

Awesome! Such power in your words. Self-destruction, happens a lot. Love the write.

[Ed Hart]

"emotionally obtuse"...you get your merit badge for that one