PLANTING ANGER

 

 

I graduated from the 60s
with a broken heart
for a world at war,

                    but I had known love
                    and lust and peace
                    were easy to come by—

and with my anger
dug postholes deep,
tamped railroad ties

to last a lifetime
holding barbed wire up
tuned guitar tight.

Rusty fences sag
and leak in places now,
braces lean with

the constant conflicts
beyond these pastures—
none so sure or secure.

 

3 responses to “PLANTING ANGER

  1. theanatomyofhappiness101

    very nice blog! I run a more scientific one but you may still want to check it out 🙂

    Like

  2. This is the strongest metaphor yet. I am paying attention. Thank you.

    Liked by 1 person

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