Just settle down
Tell it to your manic
Who used to threaten the world
If it harmed a hair on my head?
Just go gently
Take your wild, man
Ever contemplate the green
Would snuff it out for settled-down love?
Tag Archives: Wild
Reveal
My mild eyes belie my heart
My tempest touch its tell
Make no mistake I am uncaged
My past meekness is felled
Should you succeed to know my mind
Prepare to meet your match
Taste wild you cannot control
Breathe air you cannot catch
A Wild Meander
I don’t want to hear the morn’ coming in; stay at bay.
At my pace, I’ll share my fruit with the wild; bid good day.
When the sun seems warm enough, out I’ll go; come what may.
Truth is, creatures know I can’t resist them; so I stray.
i said in stilettos
i imagine you’re wearing
that wild in your eyes
regardless of the creatures
within
and
around
i prayed that way
Haiku For Mom
Wind at my window
Awakening the wide wild
In me Mom tell him
Kind, Wild, Friend
“August 25th,” she said and thought breathlessly, searching for wisdom and a pen. “I have called you friends.” Joy…surrender…eyes on Him. Yes, all wise mortar for new Life.
Onto love. It doesn’t matter the date, love “Is.” Daily. Lasts only a moment, but exists in each moment. Thanks, god. Her method today: seek it upside down and backward. Flip with eyes closed through its intentionally silky pages and choose the one just after the most proud. Turn it up-side-up and look to your right. There he is. Talking about wild again. Blurred, inked wild. Yes, this is only love.
Truth? She knows so. Here, see youth, invasion, then the dark surrender – but not invasion of the soul, not surrender of the spirit. She takes from today its lesson and gives back the gift of her understanding. Yes, truth demands kindness and compassion nevertheless.
He placed a piece of His divine in us all, she’s relieved to learn. “I have called you friends….”
This Haiku: Wild, Wild West
Our eyes must have grazed.
They must have, for my breath stopped.
Now may our feet soar.
