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  • 01-12-2010, 01:15 AM
    libby l
    I'd say it is neither. I'd class it as a reflection as seen in journals. You purge your anger and settle for joy. If it works, it is time well spent.
  • 01-12-2010, 01:15 AM
    Texas Lady
    Wow! Love it!
    some of the best poetry is a reflection, of life!
  • 01-12-2010, 01:13 AM
    Happy Hiram
    Wow I wish my anger were that uncomplicated. Thanks for sharing.
  • 01-12-2010, 01:09 AM
    Buk
    A madsong... if Blake, why not giggles? "...at unawares" is off kilter grammatically, so drop 'at' in L1. Later on 'relishing' is a transitive verb's present participle, so would not be used with a prepositional phrase. Is this from the madness of the madsong? Dunno... interesting write though.
  • 01-12-2010, 12:58 AM
    Sandy Giggles

    "In ANGER I danced" what do you think? Poetry or garbage? c/c?

    by Sandy giggles 1-11-10

    anger came upon me at unawares
    overcoming any niceties left within
    only vile bitterness spewed forth
    could not control this outburst
    didn't have a clue from whence it came

    it felt so good to get all worked up
    over nothing so it seemed
    I put on some "angry" music
    and danced like a wild banshee
    cutting loose across the yard
    kicking up snow, scaring the dogs
    those stupid excuses for dogs of the neighbors
    relishing in this fit of anger displayed
    made some snowballs to through at the cats
    they chased them like kittens in the spring time

    then I started to laugh...
    a maniacal grumble from deep within

    well, anger soon left and I was me
    giggling and wiggling through the snow
    hoping to get in before I surely froze
    feeling refreshed and renewed for a while
    now dishes to do and laundry again
    the work of a woman, never seems done.
    through should be throw--snowballs to throw at the cats...

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