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o the tranquil night Calm me and</p><p id="0da4">I sleep</p><p id="bc33"><i>In this poem I talk of the rage that burns in our gut when somebody wrongs us; or the smoldering anger that lingers long after an argument.</i></p><p id="9a1e"><i>Go for a run or brisk walk, hit a pillow, scream — deplete that negative energy.</i></p><p id="ebc5"><i>We should set it free and not bury it inside.</i></p><p id="64ef"><i>Then we can enjoy a good night’s sleep!</i></p><p id="a58a">Thank you <a href="undefined">Tree Langdon, CPA, CGA</a> for this challenge:</p><div id="2a84" class="link-block"> <a href="https://readmedium.com/rivers-hold-the-secrets-of-infinity-a08188960576"> <div> <div> <h2>Rivers Hold The Secrets Of Infinity</h2> <div><h3>Joni Mitchell — River</h3></div> <div><p>medium.com</p></div> </div> <div> <div style="background-image: url(https://miro.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:320/0*85JGSOcOcjyg6a_6)"></div> </div> </div> </a> </div><p id="d40e"><b>Thank you for being here.</b></p><p id="e56

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Poetry Challenge

At the Evening’s Edge Shall I Find Peace

A paradox of darkness into light

Image by Natalia Kollegova on Pixabay

Sea boils Boats break against The shoreline Ripped by sand’s frenzy

Run, run Acceleration No elation

Short breaths Shallow chest

Road undulates Tarmac steaming Melting moments In the current heat

Feet burn Curling hair Pours Drip, drip into Stinging eyes And salted lips Preserving fishy Thoughts caught in Trawling emotions

Tired now I Crawl toward the Molten mountain Seek salvation in the blaze

Ragged arms raise Claw the sky Ribbed clouds Click-clack Half-knitted sweaters Loose wool Entangles body heat

Waves cry and call me back Toward the beach

Cooler now as sun descends I gather shells Tossed by the ocean

Notions left Behind as mind And tide retreat Into the tranquil night Calm me and

I sleep

In this poem I talk of the rage that burns in our gut when somebody wrongs us; or the smoldering anger that lingers long after an argument.

Go for a run or brisk walk, hit a pillow, scream — deplete that negative energy.

We should set it free and not bury it inside.

Then we can enjoy a good night’s sleep!

Thank you Tree Langdon, CPA, CGA for this challenge:

Thank you for being here.

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