Jeanne Poland's Poetry Blog
23 Jan 2013 2 Comments
by jeannepoland in Uncategorized Tags: mad, rage, tortuous sensations
MAD IS:
barefoot on nails
pepper up nostrils
gunshot near ear
eyes close to bomb
fungus on tongue
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Catherine Johnson Jan 23, 2013 @ 09:37:10
Great descriptive poem, Jeanne. I hope its not you with the rage though 😉
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JMPoland21van Jan 23, 2013 @ 17:02:17
No it is not me. Joy Acey sent a prompt to use the theme MAD several days ago and I wanted to include all 5 senses. Drama Jeanne
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Jan 23, 2013 @ 09:37:10
Great descriptive poem, Jeanne. I hope its not you with the rage though 😉
Jan 23, 2013 @ 17:02:17
No it is not me. Joy Acey sent a prompt to use the theme MAD several days ago and I wanted to include all 5 senses.
Drama Jeanne