Elizebeth Turnquist

My anger goes into my art

I may seem calm

Because I don’t engage

And I don’t aim for rage

But I still feel my anger

Annoyance at silly stuff

I just don’t hold onto it

I funnel it into art

Creating a pithy phrase

A scrap of loose poetry

Because anger is a weight

And I won’t haul it around

I farm it out into words

Make it useful for my art.

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