A Word on Anger

You know the burning fury,
when a line of silence
as loud as a scream
begins to work its way upward
from your shoulders
over your ears.
The red waves
behind your eyes
begin to pulse forward.
Time stops.
Your hands turn to claws.

Feel it,
feel the cold grip,
the white-hot brands,
and step lightly to the side.
Look at that anger,
I’ll say to myself,
like the saint in Be Here Now.
What an interesting anger!
What a shape!  What a color!
Oh, notice, notice,
notice how the red begins to blur
the edges of your vision.
Notice how the sounds
are seared into silence.
No one else has an anger quite like this one.
This one is mine, all mine.

A New Prompt
Mmm.  This is getting hard, coming up with my own prompts each day.  I think am going to try a rondel.  Here are Robert Brewer’s directions for rondel.    I’m not sure I’ll be too careful about syllable count–I might blow that off entirely.  I might go to that random phrase generator to start myself off!
Gratitude List

1.  Bright red
2.  Tea and cookies and Marie’s wondrous Christmas tree!
3.  Every night right now, I am incredibly grateful for the coming of sleep.
4.  Post-Christmas de-cluttering.
5.  The poetry of Rumi.

May we walk in beauty.