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I thought I saw anger
by Julie Adams
in the blazing eye
of the Sun, come dusk
when the bold streetlamp shone a little early
its lightbulb bright, a round orb glowing
through the four panes of glass,
its light pouring out
into the Sun's domain
an hour still til setting time, out west
red skies streak and fold in terror
11/05/2007 Author's Note: anger, the next theme for my wtg group at work.
Posted on 11/05/2007
Copyright © 2024 Julie Adams
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/05/07 at 05:35 PM It doesn't feel angry until the last line, and when I think of it, sometimes anger is like that - hidden and unsuspected until the last moment when otherwise the conversation would be incorrectly calculated as finished. THAT is the most frightening brand, catching one in an unguarded moment. |
| Posted by Ken Harnisch on 11/09/07 at 12:52 PM I agree..this bus stopped all too suddenly Julie. There is a brilliant idea floating in that angry sky and i'd love to see it fleshed out in subsequent poems. |
| Posted by Frankie Sanchez on 02/23/08 at 09:02 PM i really enjoyed this piece. i feel like i have been there before on this street witnessing the exchange between sun/sky and lamp/light. |
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