Thursday 3 May 2018

an oasis of wildness...














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there is a stir,
a flapping
and a slight murmuring---
this happens somewhere inside
near a rippling pond of flesh-red memories
when outside commotion pricks
at all your beliefs;
one after the other, people are milking the cow
leaving the calves hungry to bellow to death;
your voice chokes between the swelled tonsils,
they are infected…pollution?
so with the pricks it stirs and takes you to the wildness,
the very remains of your ancient forest spirit
and there you live in spite of all odds
reviving from every blow
crooning wild dialects
of being true selves…



12 comments:

  1. May we find our way back like the calves finding the cow

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  2. This is such a clear and haunting poem. Thank you for sharing your words!

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  3. "ancient forest spirit" - I love your phrasing!

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  4. The way you complete your poem is sublime.

    Cheers,

    Mark

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  5. I like the description of being driven to one's ancient forest spirit.

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  6. 'EMeraLD
    FoResT'
    WiLD
    WHeRe
    Human
    Clothes
    ARe UltiMate SiN..
    Also A Movie From: 1985 to:
    Appropriately A Year After '1984'..:)

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  7. Very contemplative and creative poetry ~

    Happy Week ahead to you,
    A ShutterBug Explores,
    aka (A Creative Harbor)

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