Feelings

My anger burns crimson,
as words haunt my
tattered mind,
like an old flannel shirt, long discarded
in the pile of rags we use for cleaning.

The wind blows Blue-Green:
something recognizable,
almost tangible--
the coming of the lemmings
to their blazing glorious death.
Fabulous, I feel alive?

Rapture engulfs me with large hands,
safe hands,
loving hands--
hands that make the anger dissolve
in a fit of angry love.

That is the strangest thing of all

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Another poem straight from that same poetry class, but this one had more feeling to it (heehee). Wheas some of the poems are good, there are others that are naturally good, at least from my perpestive. With "feelings" I really felt these feelings enough to actually write about them. Not only that, but this poem won me an honorable mention and later 4th place in a poetry contest (Yeah!).

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