Stewing

We've all been there!

Stewing

Pregnant pauses,

like stagnant, brackish

water, lying putrefying

in a ditch.

Brown and foul smelling,

the stench of decay,

the stink of death.

Feelings deep in the mire,

submerged in slimy water,

festering.

There they gather

the detritus of

passing thoughts,

of long stored gripes.

There they swell

in that brown,

bacterial soup,

heated by perceived

injustice,

until

boiling point is reached,

until they erupt

as frenzied froth,

caustic enough

to cause acid burns

to skin.

 

24/10/17

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Hard, direct and powerful thoughts. Make the reader believe. Thank you John for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Einstein Noodle]

yes...this is a subject that well needs graphic depictions..."stuffing things" never ever ever works and they certainly will fester, boil and erupt ..in some way or another...the tragedy of a lot of it is that the eruption is heaped on those closest to us ..we, feeling safe, ...and they are bewildered as to what the heck just happened ...
nice one says i!
E.
ps. also reminded me of my hunting and trapping days ...many a swampy muck filled route i took ..thinking it made me more a part of the wild woods ;)

[Tony Jordan]

Like a puss filled boil - nothing good comes from such.
A departure from your recent steamy phase mate - hope all's good.
Thank you for the RR.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

All good Tony and you arte playing catch up and indulging moi! Many, many thank yous.

[Mirror]

yhew!!! This is scary and gross. a complete detailed evil.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Ah tis simply how we hold back our resentment until it becomes destructive and angry. Many thanks.