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A Poem: Tension

Updated on November 15, 2017
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Charmaine is a poet and freelance writer who offers a Cartomancy service. Charmaine loves ideas and using a holistic approach to life.

Tension
Tension | Source
The red blood shoots through the Mt Vesuvius wall of the heart
The red blood shoots through the Mt Vesuvius wall of the heart | Source

Tension

Introduction

Scarlet, cherry, and pomegranate red, scream feelings of being wound up, taut, tense and worried sick.

Lava red, crimson red, candy apple red shoots the blood forcibly, causing a Mt Vesuvius waterfall of racing pounding overflowing heartbeats leaving one’s heart diabolically over exhausted and winced.

Cardinal and vermillion red lay behind the hissing anger of long time cussed words falling uselessly on bare ground or on innocent ears. Not for the hoped-for culprit, though.

Shades of blue and shades of blue-grey, will soothe one with a lullaby of peace.

Look, feel and breathe in, the blues and the blue-greys.

Tension: A Poem


stressing anger

steaming the mirror

vaporising skyward


pennies from heaven

scraping humid whispers

heat of furnace

streaming mirror
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cotton wool puffs

white charcoal black

unsolvable tension


hush of the lull

suffocating stillness

invisible stillness

hush of the lull
hush of the lull | Source

doors closed shut

life disappears

back to the earth


white crystals

in fifty cent pieces

pound the pavement

Tension
Tension | Source
sweat bead chaos
sweat bead chaos | Source

sweat bead chaos

foggy windows

smouldering within

Scraping humid whispers leaves make me feel

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© 2017 Threekeys

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      Threekeys 7 days ago from Australia

      I felt taut and tense as I wrote that little poem. Can't say I felt happy as you did, eric. But you just never know with poetry.

      I believe when a piece of text or poem leave's the authour's hand, it is given, repeatedly a new life and new meaning when it is read by another pair of eyes or heart.

      That, to me is the wonder and pleasure of words, language and the stories we tell.

      All the best to you eric.

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      Eric Dierker 7 days ago from Spring Valley, CA. U.S.A.

      Interesting concept throughout. Inclement weather always makes me happy. So did your poem. Maybe it is just me.