From Ann Glover O’Dell’s Midwifing the Soul:
from indignation’s wrath that
saps my creativity
and true compassion
and poises on the brink
of righteousness so false that
I can see no way around my
puffed-up sense of rectitude
and blinded arrogance.
from anger so projected on
pale circumstance or conversation
so lightly entered into by another
as to be overwhelmed at my
unleashing fire and thunderbolt
from sources never intimated
by what would seem
a casual exchange.
from cheap facade–
the painted harlequin of face
that covers rage so deep as to
explode in unforeseen expression
inexplicable by me
or anyone who listens or observes
or hears a later telling of
the strange and puzzling tale.
from table overturning in a
self-appointed moment of smug
superiority of justice meted out
or conspicuous display of brute force
from dark imprisonment
in invulnerability’s easy guise
that camouflages craftily
the well-thought-out charade.
From Celia’s Images in a Reflecting Pool; a Journal:
For me, too much stress brings on anger (and, all too often, resulting attack), whereas overwork linked with perfectionism brings on a critical attitude. Knowing this suggests that I should consciously avoid filling my life with patterns that bring out the worst in me. Knowing this, does it not follow that I should cultivate Peace at whatever cost to ambition? It is best to observe what triggers one’s negative behavior, and then turn in the opposite direction.
“Stop and smell the roses.” This everyday admonition invites speculation: If we don’t, what is the worst that will happen to us? An unexamined life may mean less real living (as opposed to existing), especially if what happens always seem to happen to us, rather than being selected by us.