way poem #18: in anger

I spoke to the sky

I am ANGRY

is what I called

I am ANGRY

I shouted
from my heart

in every inflection
I placed rage

stamped my feet
hard
upon the ground

waved
both my fists
at the air
clenched
as hard as I
could hold them

OH OH
OH
how I am ANGRY

I am so angry

hear ME placid sky

is what I raged

~

in the corner of the sky
grew one grey tendril

curled upon itself
it boiled
in a small mist
kind of way

and grew

it writhed

it formed a bank
of cloud

grey grey
grew into a sky
that was placid
no more

it growled
grumbled

lightning flew
from out of the storm
that roared now
and

RA-RA-RA-RA-RA

even the stars had fled

even the moon

only the sun remained
as black as the bright

the sun shone
and darkness
was its preferred
colour now

~

I
I stood under a storm
afraid of the light spears
afraid of the roar
unable to stand
unaided

I
I looked at the maelstrom
and I
felt
gradually
a fear that flowed my way
projected by thunder
illumined by the break up
of old light

and I knew
I
had done this thing



© Frank Prem, 2016

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