anger – penned in moon dust

Inner Battle #poetry #ourworld

How can anger make the revolutions of our earth more meaningful?

Look inside

as the wheel turns

on the earth’s spindle

can you turn it one rotation?

will your anger

move a mountain?

will destruction turn the tides?

can peace mold the heart?

can hands unite as a link

rather than despoil?

let us break through

the veil of darkness

and find light

on the other side

Often the moon is said to change people’s moods. This moon soothes the savage beast.

“What is the point? ”

No one answered or cared.

The moon was full and bright.

I scowled at the sky.

I heard in the gentle breeze

“look in the reflection here”

I saw soft white light.

It was no reflection of my feelings

“There’s a point to the moon” I concluded

It keeps me sane!!!!

thanks to the G-Man for “sane” Friday Flash Fiction in 55

What have I become???
I’ve wandered in my mind and soul
walked in the light of the moon
trudging now the empty dark side

the edges are angry
not seething with anger
just the placement of anger
ready to pounce at any misplaced word

a howl in the air speaks
“you have failed
it’s too late for hope
give up go away”

I look up
daring not to ask
“what is there?”
a resounding echo “nothing”

Thanks to Suzy Muse for the photo