Poetry: Anger and Fear

In the style of Petrarchan sonnet
Anger and Fear

Hello my friend, who speaks unwittingly,
A telling, nervous look, a peaking glance
To no one in particular. Happenstance,
It seems that I must do it forcefully.
I seek the writing facing me, not free
To leave my friend: I am truly askance.
For it must be a merry little dance.
But finally, as now, I seek your need.

When I see my soul’s piercing, strident eye,
I see not the treachery of thy move
That brought my thoughtless flush of anger;
The brightness swallowing the spacious sky.
It’s coming down but slowly, like a dove,
By flashing not at you, but my Fear.

Originally written March 15, 1991

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I’m back! Mostly…again

I seem to be doing this.  Just posted some more poetry from my archives. I’ll probably write more  later.  Maybe.

It’s snowing here in Atlanta.  Well, it was snowing this morning.  It is supposed to clear up, get a little warmer, then the temps tumble while the rain/freezing rain returns tonight.  Tomorrow will be interesting.

Update on the fire: moved into rental house last week.  Just got phone but no DSL (sad face) today and Dish satellite yesterday.  Running internet through my cell phone.  Luckily, it’s not terrible in the data department.  Did this while in New York last year and it only up’d my usage to about 1 to 1.5 GB in a week.  I expect this week to do about the same.  Until we get internet at the house, this is what we’ll have to do.

Now that the internet is back, off to do some more work.

Oh, just realized that it has been exactly one month since the fire.  Feels longer…