Out of Control

Written for:  Sunday Whirl, Wordle #516

Words:  name, out, conduct, miles, rise, shimmering, close,
        stories, grin, sin, wind, cream

Stories of rising crime
stain our country for
miles, wind down our 
hopefulness like a
stopped clock.  Tick-tock.
Who was attacked today?
Who committed sinful
acts of hatred, racism?
Out-of-control violence
conducts the orchestra
with a whip.  Name 
a state that remains
untouched, pure as
white whipped cream.
You cannot close
the door on rising
crime.  It shimmers
close to the surface 
skin of those whose
rage can no longer
be contained.  They
are out there.  They
are not grinning foolish
pranksters.  They are 
simply grim.


About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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