Tag: frustration

Cantankerous Clouds

Published on by annwjwhite1 Comment

Born in an itching collision
Of molecules of H2O brushing
Against the dust specks,
Wandering carefree across the sky.
Itching, you needed more of your kind.
Particles of outstretched bonding
Grasping to find more of your kind,
Just your kind, and melding
The chemicals you needed,
You founded a drop,
But it was not enough,
“More,” you thundered, “more.”
Your greed eclipsing the scaling
Of dust motes, particles, specks of
H2O gathering breathless,
The wind took on the task of
Rounding the herd and you grew.
It was not enough.
You mounded together,
Cirrus clouds in their skimpy
Lace, Stratus clouds rolling
In batting across the sky.
The mountains mocked you,
Earth ignored you.
So you grew, tall elegant towers
Of white chrysanthemums,
Piled one over the other.
The Earth looked up to you,
Wondrous at your majesty,
But you weren’t alone.
Others stood above you in the sky
Others grouped together and mocked you.
Angered, frustrated,
To win the acclaim you sought,
You turned black and gray.
Stealing energy from the sun,
Bashing, molding, stealing, compiling,
Sending the energy of those collisions
Out to strike in lightning,
Resounding like an orchestra of tympani,
The energy of those others.
You became the storm,
The cyclone, the fury of God,
And wreaked havoc
A temper-tantrum growing,
Waves blew, Winds killed,
And thrusting your entirety
Into your apoplectic fit
You threw them out,
Drop by drop, speck by speck,
Falling on the earth
Flooding, raging, cascading
Until with a last effort,
You itched, a speck of dust in the sky
Lonely for company, holding the
Molecular bonds of H2O,
One at a time,
And it was not enough.

The Homeowner’s Management Company

Published on by annwjwhite7 Comments

Smashing down a wall of indifference,
I dreamed of shouting,
angry and persistent as I fought
The organization that was to be my family.
My home, my yard, my neighborhood
Finding fault, faulting me
For two hours early on the destination
Of a trash can. I wave my pen,
Streak across the open places fully
In my birthday suit.
What have we done to deserve contempt?
The management company
describing themselves in the shrill icon
of a Cardinal and I take my fancy pen
to a murder of incompetents who
know neither the law or compassion.
I wake knowing that the meeting is
Wallowing in two hours as I grab a pen
And angrily exit the door of my home.

Stormy Debate

Published on by annwjwhite1 Comment 
Coals of fire upon their head, under their feet
 Candidates stand on stage
 Roaring with indignation and inspiration
 At the records naked, exposed.
"Listen to what I say."
"The streets are safer, sadder, humbler."
"Last resort, lies, destruction."
"We Pray. We are sorry they died."
But they all nod their heads,
Arm themselves. 
They shake their hands.

They all have words, long and short.
Piles of words, tons of words
Spewed out in fractious spite called
Negotiating.
Indifference?
Pushed to speed of light responses
By moderators moving swiftly with hawks' wings
To criticize.
Fists, rage, frustration, and discretions,
Interrupted when an answer displeases
The news, the mighty commentators.
Nice isn't nice.
Pushing, shoving, biting, kicking,
Threatening all who speak. Cautioning.
Who listens, all the while?
In silences, the dread of what will come echoes.
If humanity can't be reached...