The Scream of Nature
For Edvard Munch’s The Scream
The world is screaming
Morphed, twisted, spinning—
Where am I?
I can feel the world trembling
In the earth and the air—
Who am I?
Colors are blurring
Lines are swirling
Reality is bending—
What am I?
Chaos for an eternity
I can scarcely breathe
Now stillness has arrived
And captured me
Enveloping me
Like a picture frame—
Where do we go from here?
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Stephanie Hoogstad
With a BA in English and MSc in Creative Writing, writing is my life. I have edited and ghost written for years with some published stories and poems of my own.
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Comments (2)
The line “Like a picture frame—Where do we go from here?” is such a clever echo of being trapped in art and emotion. Hauntingly vivid! I could hear the silence after the scream! ✨
Excellent poem, love it.