Anger,
My anger comes in waves,
And then pausing
My tears come like rivers
That flow through valleys
And over cliffs
That spill like waterfalls
Like paint on a canvas
That knows no end
They drip and run
Solid and falling
Only pools they create
Salt baths of fluid
In which I swim and dive and suffocate.
Evocative, but not satisfying...'salt baths of fluid' is a beautiful, yet weird enough line to grab my attention.The imagery? ...sorry done that, seen that, bought the t-shirt.
swimming to the bottom of the dead sea...very good i like the transformations and the imagery. very vivid. thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You're right, anger does come in waves. But tears creating a river? been there, done that... but i can't complain coz i've done the same... we all need to think up some new imagery!