Poetry Challenge
At the Evening’s Edge Shall I Find Peace
A paradox of darkness into light

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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