the wilder places of the world

the wilder places of the world

A Poem by RuseInex
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what is the wilderness - hard concept to define

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untamed 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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RuseInex
RuseInex

Fresno, CA



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I 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..

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