Elan Mudrow
Smidgens
Anger Management
There is a subtle anger
Underneath the crust
That carries a tilted scale.
Existing,
Even among those who smile
Offering friendliness.
A false melodic whistle….who,
Not by the challenge of wise years,
Takes the path of simplification…to
Create a dry cause and effect
Binary reasoning, a molded anger
Standing beside the smooth
Concrete arm of punishment
As long as she has a sword in her hand.
The subtle anger
Always appears where…it
Is the most comfortable
Well-fed, housed, and entertained
Reclining on a soft couch
Sleeping in
Creating an outer crust
Buffering the creamy inner anger.
For those outside the crust
The wind always sways the scale
In unpredictable directions
Every now and then
A storm blows through
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Such a brilliant ending!
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Oversensitive, brilliant; difficult, even better; sublime, reward; life, love; challenging positions, growth; naivety, blessing. I usually have a take….. sorry about that 🙂
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Absolutely genius. very engaging. my kinda style.
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Reblogged this on warpedmaggot.
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Awesome! I love how you have written this!
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You’ve said it all. This is a wonderful poem, Elan. You have talent!
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Nice.
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Fantastic!
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Reblogged this on wwwpalfitness.
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It’s a form of entertainment. Even anger that no longer exists can be invoked.
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If only that crust was more substantial. Anger seems so fashionable these days.
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Wonderfully written. I love your images of anger.
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Wonderfully written and I love how you have laid the poem out. Absolutely amazing work
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Well done…
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Your description of smoldering anger matches the unpredictable weather of Mother Nature…both uncontrollable.
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Wonderful writing! This phrase :
Standing beside the smooth
Concrete arm of punishment
As long as she has a sword in her hand.
Awesome!
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Ah. I know that one.
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You should check out my fashioned series of poems for more food related verse. Thanks
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I enjoyed your description of your anger, so different from my own. I feel it’s like lava, traveling under the surface, sluggish, slow and powerful. The force of it eats away below ground, insinuating itself everywhere. And then it bursts through. . .
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You blow my mind, Elan. Love this.
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Nice analogy! I guess the challenge is trying to keep that ‘scale’ balanced 🙂
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Very beautiful extemporization of anger. As a food blogger, I also like the food characterization you use. You have a very lyrical way with words. Thank you for this post.
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I’ve compared my own anger to an onion; peel away one layer and there is is another waiting there…:)
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That’s flattering Joan and thanks. I guess it’s a combination of being a tad bit oversensitive and having experienced life from a myriad of perspectives. Sometimes, those experiences were very difficult. Other times, they were sublime. I think we call it life. But, sometimes I went out of my way to place myself in challenging positions. Most likely out of youthful naivety. But really, I’m just trying to do what TS Eliot prescribed in his “tradition and the individual talent”, finding new ways to express/word experiences we all are aware of.
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Love it!
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Awesome Reblogged with best 💐💐💐
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Beautifully written – and what a terrific photograph! The little one, especially, as she looks right into our eyes…
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Genius, Elan! As though you have explained the layers of my anger from the inside out. How do you do that???
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Brilliant.
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Thank you.
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Excellent!
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