“Perhaps appropriately, today’s prompt is to write an angry poem. That is, a poem about someone or something that gets angry. Could be a person, animal, or even them there angry clouds. As usual, I’m excited to see which unexpected directions y’all take with this prompt.”

Nothing very smart today.  Maybe tomorrow.


You cause the problem,
but you refuse to fix it.
I can’t stand the way you act
like it’s nothing to do with you.
I wish I could shake you – hard and fast –
but that won’t change the way you are.
This anger is always coiled up inside me,
waiting for you to open your mouth
and tell me it’s my fault again.
How do I get past it, and you,
so this black roiling will go away?