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Poetry, Writing

Tornado Girl

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(Poem 328 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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When stuff stirs sideways and begins to knot up
in that twisting way, my heart starts to beat
like thunder, hail pounding in my head
to the rhythm of chaotic swirling
pain that builds and swells
with groaning as I eat
houses and cars,
ripping peace
to slivered
shreds
.

@Home Studio – 328th poem of the year

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Poetry, Writing

Inside Out 2

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(Poem 221 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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Puberty ushers in such
comrades as Anxiety,
Envy, Embarrassment,
and my favorite, Ennui.
The panic that ensues
when Embarrassment
threatens and Envy
rears her unsettled self,
resurrects Fear and
Disgust, Anger and
Sadness, leading to
complete paralysis.
The only protection
against it all is to feign
Ennui…nothing matters
because too much
enthusiasm might be
the wrong amount, and
no one would dare be
too happy in a room
full of teens trying to
fake unruffled chill.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 8/19/24 @ 10:17am – 221st poem of the year (After watching Inside Out 2 with my granddaughter in theatre.)

Mann, Kelsey. Inside Out 2. Amy Poehler, Pixar Animation Studios, 14 June 2024.

Poetry, Writing

Sudden Rain

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(Poem 154 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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The darkening sky
has balled up her fists,
begun to glower,
and let her rage roil.
The sudden assault
when she unleashes
a torrent is surprising
for its violent beauty.

@Home Studio – 154th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Sudden Storm photos to accompany my poem:

Poetry, Writing

My Anger

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(Poem 119 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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My anger used to be the
kind that exploded like an
overheated pressure cooker.
I think it’s because I used
to care; it hurt to feel like
a last resort afterthought.
Now my anger is the kind
that pools in a dirty puddle
and breeds mosquitos.
I think that’s because my
will to care has turned
stagnate, a film formed on
the surface like old milk.

Rebekah Marshall @Home Studio on 4/29/24 @ 9:39pm – 119th poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Tempest in a Teacup

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(Poem 63 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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There’s a tempest in my teacup
that I don’t know how to quell
despite attempts to cool the storm
and break the awful spell.

Sometimes I simply tarry awhile,
take time to make some toast;
eventually things settle down-
no more than an hour at most.

Believe me, I wish I knew a way
to keep things calm and still,
but once my tea begins to roar
no one can oppose its will.

Perhaps someday my tea will learn
to behave like a proper cup,
but until then I’ll gently stir,
wait for peace and drink up.

@Home Studio – 63rd poem of the year

Poetry, Writing

Lone Commuter

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(Poem 40 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

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You make me so angry.
Then you want to go on
with conversation as if nothing
has tilted my axis, forever
altering my perception of you.
I am not designed as others.
Once you lose my respect,
it is difficult to gain it back.
Refusal to explain when
confronted seems to be
your protective measure
to maintain privacy, dignity?
I am man, I owe nothing to
no one, hear me roar,
but to me it is weakness,
denying vulnerability,
insisting others accept
your reality without a hint
of clarification for those of
us whose realities include
other humans in community.
How strange to be a lone
commuter on this subway of
life without a care for
anyone else.

@Genuine Joe’s – 40th poem of the year