I'm actually a fan of both methods


Pounding

He took off running
one morning in the cold when he
was too angry to
stay home so
feet slapping
slapped his rage on pavement faces.

He ran on further, thinking rage
and didn't care how
far he'd go to
burst his
wordless
burn into each pothole.

The tension eased but he still couldn't breathe.

*****
Some get mad in poetry
and place each word as
others
stamp their
feet.




Poetry by bluebackpack
Read 553 times
Written on 2009-09-06 at 23:57

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