Mad
Written during a very dark period of my life, between the depression and bipolar diagnoses.
©1993
Mad belongs to the following groups:
The Healing JourneyBig mouth never closes,
gulping air to chew the words--
hole in my face gapes open,
a nest of chattering birds.
Spittle runs bubbly
down rivers wide and deep
glazy eyes hide
secrets I most want to keep.
Canines glistening
on an epiglottal stage--
my tongue is the dancer
of my operatic rage.
Sounds of fury nervously
vibrate my teeth
now I’ll never stop
‘less my breathing ever cease.
LocoCow
Your patterns are so well constructed I love the Operatic Rage line awesome..
pinkyjain
Poetic rage, this is great writing Lorie, so glad you are sharing these
Jayne Wozniak
This is briliantly written…theraputic? Well done
Crockpot replied
Thanks! Yes, all my writing is therapeutic on one level or another. ;)