Wild.

Never seen the bars of a cage. 
Reckless
Chasing ancient and primal virtue
The freedom of wind,
The strength of mountain crests,
The harmony of thousands of grasses
Writhing in the breeze. 

Speaking to the elements.
Restless
Advice from a fire pit and
Wisdom from a thunderstorm. 
Settle not, relent not, 
Surrender the heart to untamable forests. 

Watching civilization from a great distance.
Out of step 
With the everyday behavior, 
Marveling at a rogue strand of sunlight
That dares to peek between 
Dull brick buildings.
Into hallways that are packed with people
But yet are deserted. 

Wanting to grip it like a rope
And tug my way out.
It snaps halfway and I am left on the ground,
A rapidly fading fragment of sun
Gripped in my fingers. 

Author's Note

Leave thoughts. :)

Reviews

[ANTO]

I really think this is a great bit of imagery - the strand of sun - particles and waves as a rope to escape is very impressive.
The first line is a killer - reminded me of Dire Straits song 'Romeo and Juliet'.

The final line 'gripped' - how about 'burning' - anyways - the poem is stupendous. :))

[Jerome F Knox III pseud..]

amazing piece of poetry here but that doesn't come as a surprise because your body of work stands and speaks for itself. I liked everything but the last two sets of stanza is where you tied up everything and brought the message home, like a bird landing on the branch of a tree.

Brilliant lines here

Wanting to grip it like a rope
And tug my way out.
It snaps halfway and I am left on the ground,
A rapidly fading fragment of sun
Gripped in my fingers.

It is written where the woman with the issue of blood just needed to touch the hem of the Master's garment and she would be whole; If I could just catch a Falling Leaf and hold it for a split second I know my poetry and inspiration will be made whole.

[Falling Leaf.]

I am glad you liked it, thank you for the review. :)

[Nila M.]

"chasing ancient and primal virtue" this write reminds me of that feeling you get when impressions have reached critical mass and the mundane parts of the world collide with the desire to feel beyond them. Then I guess the eternal natural world takes hold. I hope that makes sense. I love themes that are timeless and experiential. Thank you...

[Falling Leaf.]

And thank you.

[dan]

Falling Leaf, You often write of nature's intricacies, and I have just noticed on another comment answer that you have some Native American ancestry, so it makes perfect sense. I believe that nature not only sustains those of us trapped in a concrete jungle, but lends a certain sensuality to writing that imbues it with a richness of spirit, a type of climax, if you will. This quality is what makes your writing so compelling that it seemingly ensnares the reader and making them want more. Very strong piece here, FL. Very nice. take care...dan

[Falling Leaf.]

My father's bloodlines are 100% Algonquian. My mother is... hmm... a third Papago? Thanks for the read. :)

[DoormanDan]

I really like this piece because it reminds me of when I was a little kid and I wanted to just be out in the wilderness all of the time instead of being cooped up in my house 24/7. I'm sure many others who felt like that will find this poem to be enjoyable. Great work :)

[Falling Leaf.]

I have been embracing my Native American roots. Thanks for reviewing. :)