There’s a pattern here,
to his knitted eyebrows
and criss-crossed arms
and immovable diamond
jaw, a pathological order
to his stone-thrown words
and premeditated silence.
There’s an unmistakable
order to all this prismed
purple and blue and black,
the sequences leading
there and back,
these bold and braided
abruisions of her heart.
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Written for a great prompt over at Poetry Jam:
http://poetryjaam.blogspot.com/2012/03/so-how-do-you-feel.html
Also shared at Open Link Monday over at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads:
http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2012/03/open-link-monday_19.html
What a clever theme! Love this:
“There’s a pattern here,
to his knitted eyebrows
and criss-crossed arms”
You captured very well the angst and pain of anger….i like the ending line – abruisions of her heart~
Happy spring day ~
You did a good job of showing a tangible image of anger–I like all the diamonds and criss-crosses! An image I would not have thought of which makes it something I can particularly focus on as I read. Thank you!
to his stone-thrown words
and premeditated silence.
The contrast of these tow lines work wonderfully, De! The reckless versus inactivity of silence.
Its hard to believe we can all act ugly sometimes….and when it gets described as a pattern…ouch, how hard is that to accept once the tantrum has passed. This was a very concise picture….great work.
unmistakable
order to all this prismed
purple and blue and black,
abuse is awful, just awful – and often well planned out.. very sad. Well done poem.