
there’s an inner rage
that flames up and licks reason
charring, severing
forever changing
this relationship landscape
since she departed

Patchwork Prose and Verse

there’s an inner rage
that flames up and licks reason
charring, severing
forever changing
this relationship landscape
since she departed
Kim,
Love the ambiguity in this poem. I do wonder who “she” is at the end. I wonder if this time in our history will become known as the age of anger. I’m thinking about the poem “The Age of Anxiety” by W. H. Auden.
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Thank you, Glenda. I need to read more of Auden. This poet has been coming up in my life lately. I agree that this may well be the age of anger.
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