the wilder places of the worldA Poem by RuseInexwhat is the wilderness - hard concept to defineuntamed raw is wild as it was, its always been, is what all saw, have seen and remember that cannot should not be stored or confined in a package or by fence, only to the eye restrained by memory untamed raw is the way you left it and the way it should forever be bold, without handles and best left untamed no synthetics, like plastic or paper or bound pretentious hearts untamed raw is wild like a stallion horse, free flowing mane running in fast motion, nostrils flaring hard hoofs striking, sparking flashes in the hard rock, in open nature wild raw as it was, its always been, is what you see in faraway lands hard to reach before it was ever seen, untouched by change unmoved by meddling man of industry no highways, no fast food, no human touch those corrupted places of barbed or razor wire and sulfuric belches of gas global warming strains and stains like mountains, rivers and trees pristine pretty pure just there like they've ever been in the midst of raw what only birds and bears and wolves ever saw unmoved by clouds, unchanged by steel, or human claws wild is the wilder, the most wild, like as in the suffix ness, most full of to the extreme degree, only the natural the things that lay as they lay, as they've always lain natural things in nature that erupted far away and flowed, hot then cooled things of the earth, its molten liquid lava rock its substance formed long, long ago solidified to things in the wild, the wilder ness for trees and rivers and mountains for wolves and bears and birds that sprung with the wild non-living things, being wild too things in the free under the clouds things in places for you and me to go to to reach for, to grow with and preserve our sanity © 2016 RuseInex |
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Added on June 3, 2016 Last Updated on June 3, 2016 AuthorRuseInexFresno, CAAboutI was born in obscurity Outside a small country town’s limits In a plank shack I kept a few memories That come into my head That i still carry around That i visit now and then The dust .. more..Writing
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