Anger Memorial Poem by Doris Cornago
Anger Memorial
Madness is a sorry disaster when unfettered
Irresolute, don't be destitute, confused
Such ignominy destroys sweet harmony
Wreckage lies awaiting resolution
In the flurry of his breathing
Comes a vision of steel
Arising out of the
Far horizon
Tentacles
Eight
Of
Them
Inching
Up to me
Convolution
Razor sharp like
Scissors, snipping at
Me in anger, ripping my
Bonds, eight brains working
Questioning reasons, deduction
Quizzing, madly articulating words
Logical versus illogical, wounds opened
Slash, slash, such a verbal clash, rage alas!
A real genius must always be composed... Nice write, Doris....10++++
I agree, Bro Bernard, but sometimes anger makes us lose composure, that's why it's a memorial.
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I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 4:45:45 AM # 1.0.0.1119
There was a glitch which caused the bottom portion to be bolded and go up one line destroying the beautiful k pattern but then as I sought to repair, I resisted thinking such is a good illustration of what a havoc anger creates. It wouldn't have been such a mess if the white flag was hoisted before the carnage.