Margaret Alice Second

(24 January 1961 / South Africa)

Abrasive Waves (Revised)


Belligerent discourse, each statement
aggressively confronts, an aggravated
inflexion rasps pugnaciously, grating
voice deepens ostentatiously for each
pretentious word at end-of-phrase

Drawn out vowels - discordant notes
create nerve-quaking noise, grows
exasperation in already aching ears,
words exploding in my mind until I'm
speechless with dismay

Only physical separation can dissipate
this callous cacophony, prevent it from
breaking in abrasive waves…

Submitted: Monday, November 07, 2011
Edited: Wednesday, February 27, 2013

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  • Luis Estable (11/7/2011 5:55:00 AM)

    The diction here is never commomplace for the choice of words makes this not a trite poem. In the total meaning of this piece you did fine.

    I think this poem has merit both poetically and in the sense og bieb meaningful.

    Take care now! (Report) Reply

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