This green and rolling grassland, moss land,
woodland, water world, seen from a good great sky
that knows what burrows beneath beauty,
knows what lays in wait beneath a bush,
knows what watches with dull eyes,
unblinking, unhinging jaws in preparation
for a looming lunge. She is there, waiting
you out, you fool with pitiful raw meat
raised before a gangling crowd wanting to see
her snap and yap wide open in eminent engorging angst.
This is my anger, sir, puckering the skin
at the edge of my grin. How could you let this happen
to my brother, to my other brother, to my other other
brother? From your high perch, you may have forgotten
the small things in this pond while you admired
the grasses and the mosses and the trees.
Your glass of whiskey, half full, means you may be
half-crocked in your blindness to these boys scars
that may have seemed merely to be toughened skin,
hard lesson learned good, something that made men of them.
I am their sister, their mother, their daughter and I am here,
right-in-your-face, eye to eye and I want to damned know
how your allowed this dinosaur space of remorse. I am dangerous,
Lord, in my anger at you and your Love-one-another
beautiful blessings. I have rubbed skin with old stories
that were once lovely in their living waters. There is teeming
here that you may not have noticed in this heated pool.
I am patient but I have been sharpening my teeth
on these stories I am hearing. See me beautiful now
that I have stirred this wonderful wake with worry,
that I may not get revenge. That is the beauty in it.
Author notes
Excuse me while I work this through
In a list
A contest entry
- Dangerous and Alluring by RedAquarius.
525 points, ended February 5, 2007, 5 entries
Bronze trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Strong emotion is apparent in this write. Some good imagery, well-done lines here. Good luck and thanks for entering the contest!
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Thank you...my birth family has foudn me and I am hearing the horror stories of foster homes....this came from that space I was in.
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I'm not totally sure what you saw. But I'm right behind you,now lets make a run for it on outa here! Ha! You have issue with the bottom feeder rung of life and so do I my sister,so do I. An explosive piece! DRENCHED INTO THE VERY DEPTHS OF PASSIONS IN YOUR FACE TANGIBILE GROWLS! Loved this,and it came as an unexpected surprise.~~Suseann
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Yes, Suseann, I am hovering just below the sruface with incredible anger that has no place to go for it was so long ago...but so new to me...
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