Part of today’s prompt for OctWriPoMo is: Does madness rule over me/you/us/them? Does madness fall from the sky in misty dampness, occasional showers, and torrential flooding downpours? Do I/you/we/they hold the reins, controlling the madness? Use your brainstorming to create a poem that expresses your thoughts/feelings around “madness”.
Invisible finger on the trigger:
a word, a phrase, a thought
a sight, a smell, a decision;
a switch is flipped.
kryptonite
chained with a huge padlock
x-style across body
green smoke pouring out of ears
gong gong gong
bong bong bong
funeral drums
inside cracked
synapses dried spider webs
back in the (crazy) concentration camp
where the circus is always in town
after every act
in all of its delusional glory
takes a bow
“the lunatic is in the hall”
tall stone walls
no doors
water rising
claw marks
looking for something to cling to
no place to gain purchase
at some point
lay back and float
within the rip*
that’s taken me
way way far from shore
give up
beyond my will
it leaves when it will
The form really supports the content!
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I love how you take the various comparisons and string them all together; it really matches the way thoughts run when we’re overwhelmed. I especially like the image of the circus show!
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thank you Shuku. Its a sequence in each episode. It really is like a circus, but with some far out critters.
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thanks for the kind words Angela
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I loved the tone in this one – almost rambling. Brings forward the idea perfectly.
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thank you Varad for your kind words
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I didn’t even try to analyse it. I just know I felt it deep within. It seems like your words spoke directly to my soul.
The images. Wow!!
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Dawn, glad it connected with you. I think you and I had at least somewhat similar upbringings, and that kind of stuff leaves residue…
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Yes… 🙂
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Wow, a perfectly balanced piece!
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