Lisah Kerwin Poet Free verse

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Angry emotion takes to ink
And smears itself across my page
In a desperate attempt 
To name the beast 
Whose craft is confusion
Whose art is concealment
Will in the naming
Light be forced 
Down the throat of denial
To shine through the bowels of truth.
Will peace and sanity 
Reign 
In a world of hate and lunacy?

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Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 2:01 AM "like serpents through resting grass" explains that movement perfectly! I like this one a lot, Gretchen. Thank you for sharing.

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:42 AM Kaley, I recognize the frailty of humanness and good intentions going so bad fast in this poem. It is a favorite for me.

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:37 AM I love it that you STROLLED into the conclave of the depraved. So casually you make it sound. This is an awesome poem that gets better in every stanza.

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:34 AM I love it that you STROLLED into the conclave of the depraved. So casually you make it sound. This is an awesome poem that gets better in every stanza.

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:24 AM I cannot help but wonder if you are having trouble posting to the Soup website; because I have been having problems and this poem reminds me of my own troubles lately.

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:20 AM Brilliant poem, and such an apt title!

Caren Krutsinger July 12, 2018 at 1:04 AM The angry emotions yell loudly and clearly in this poem. Wow!