this is the way we are set loose:
like bulls released from their pens -
all anger and bucking fear,
unaware that we have thrown away
the most harmless annoyance
& quivering, we await
the wrath of realized
mistakes - the end
of the fray.
thank you for participating
I like that opening simile. And isn't that just the way we go forth, sometimes. And how can you ever undo an action, un-fray what's frayed? Actually, maybe you can un-fray textiles... I know precisely bupkis about them, haha. But at any rate. Love the emotion and sliver of human nature captured here!
I used 'fray' quite deliberately for its double-meaning. I don't think you can u-fray stuff. Only cut off the damaged bit and protect the rest of it a little better. Thanks for your comment Jamie.
Yup. It is like that. Too often. Why does it take poetry to say how it IS? I mean, this wouldn't feel as true, were it not for the metaphors and music. Anyway. Good stuff!