Collage by Gemma Wiseman ~ My winter fire + footprints on Dromana beach sands, Mornington Peninsula
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Big Tent Poetry prompt ~ An experiment in anger management
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Wicked, wily, fickle winds
No respect for sensitive cultures
Bruising our precious, natural skins
Devouring our minds like shameless vultures
No respect for sensitive cultures
Sour jets of bitter rain
Devouring our souls like shameless vultures
Mocking our wrenching, wretched inner pain
Sour jets of bitter rain
Vile vortex of shameless indifference
Mocking our hapless, wretched inner pain
Cursing our blot, our insignificance
Vile vortex of shameless indifference
Natural power always wins
Cursing their blot, their insignificance
Their wicked, wily, fickle winds
I measure out my life with haiku. My camera films my soul. ~ Gemma Wiseman
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Friday, June 11, 2010
Pantoum for An Anger Persona
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- A perfect summer day is when the sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, the birds are singing, and the lawn mower is broken. ~James Dent
- Autumn is an introspective season when stray thoughts of the mind dive into the mystique of the soul - Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn is the bridesmaid of Summer and the flowergirl of Winter ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Autumn whispers the tones of yesterday in a minor key ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Love is born / With a dark and troubled face, / When hope is dead / And in the most unlikely place; / Love is born, / Love is always born. - Michael Leunig's Christmas Song Cycle "Southern Star"
- Spring paints the stars of heaven in Earth colours ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Summer sizzles with a sibilant hush / Broken by dreams of / Clinking ice ~ Gemma Wiseman
- The object of a new year is not that we should have a new year. It is that we should have a new soul. - G.K. Chesterton
- Winter is an etching, spring a watercolor, summer an oil painting and autumn a mosaic of them all. - Stanley Horowitz
- Winter is the fire, simmering lonely in the soul ~ Gemma Wiseman
- Winter is the shadow, the etching of the seasons in the mist ~ Gemma Wiseman
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13 comments:
Interesting poem - it's a villanelle isn't it?
You,ve got it simmering nicely here, don't spoil things by letting it explode.
Great post!
I agree with Stan...brewing and brimming, but not screaming at us. Like your use of the form to speak your mind.
- Dina
I can feel that anger bubbling. May it always be productive. Nice pantoum.
http://inthecornerofmyeye.blogspot.com/2010/06/without-consequenceperson-of-my-bad.html
And you even RHYMED this! Very lovely...
"Vile vortex of shameless indifference" -- I'd like to use that for a tag line for a product that people could purchase if they want to feel abused. Great line! You've wrapped a great pantoum around that anger, very subtle and elegant (I think anger can be quite elegant, if expressed as in your example). http://lindagoin.com/
Gemma -- that's very beautiful. I feel too untalented to even comment intelligently. But what a beautiful way to find release and thank you for sharing.
wicked, wily, fickle winds - strong and beautiful. Wretched indifference. Provocative read.
A strong poem with strong images. I like "vile vortex of shameless indifference." You have a beautiful blog.
http://troublebeingstrong.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-anger-erupts.html
i'm lovin' these collages you're making from your fire photo and other photographs. can't wait until my photoshop class so i can join in on the fun. hope all is well. have a great weekend.
Incredible imagery, powerful. And beautiful.
Oh, my. That last stanza felt like it chewed a hole in my feet!
POWERFUL!
Read my Anger Pantoum here.
vile vortex indeed!
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