Like Munch

Like Munch

 (pertaining to: The Edvard Munch painting 'The Scream')

A times I want to open my mouth, bellow, howl.

cry torrents until no tears remain, the pain…a dull ache.

Curse…blame friends, enemies, family, even you

for agonies lodged inside soul, ingrained into psyche

trapped…unable to set free for peace of mind

Hear my screams, open your mouths into an 0 shape,

cover your ears…you are my Munch hearers.

The fault…not family, friends or even you. 

Torments  accumulated… cruelty I suffer

failure to let go, move on... my weakness

until  I find the way to release despair…

breathe each day in serene harmony

Silently I’ll scream, open mouth into an 0 shape,

cover my ears  so I am the Munch hearer.

But…you will only see my smile.

©June Sciortino 13/03/13

Waiting for him with Wendy Cope

Waiting for him with Wendy Cope

(The book ‘ If I don’t know’)

Wendy Cope diverts my mind

as I drink tea and wait for you.

If she doesn't know, neither do I,

but I’m stuck to the book like glue

Titters emit with no constraint,

I snort out loud with hilarity.

Café consumers glance my way,

thrown by such abnormality.

 
A call for the men in white coats

is sure to be issued shortly.

Doubt I’ll be laughing in that case,

But… bet you will be blatantly.


©June Sciortino 15/06/13