POETRY | PROMPT RESPONSE | AMUSING RESPONSES
Explosion
Secondhand damage
Your anger exploded again — fireworks
but not the celebratorily kind
What’s to celebrate when you rage?
Your fury disrupted the calm quiet
built-up over months —
Why can’t you control your temper?
I know you do not aim rockets at me
but when that red, blind energy disperses
it radiates throughout our home
slams into my heart chakra
and emblazes my soul —
You don’t know the damage you do
or the fires I must put out to survive
For if you did, would that tame your wrath?
I don’t think so
©2023 Lori Carlson. All rights reserved.
In response to Christine Graves’s January Word-A-Day prompts — Fireworks and Quiet