on becoming civilized

just the other day, my son made the comment that I was getting too civilized ~ this poem came to me when I was thinking about his observations ~

 

Thunder, rock, and twig 

Throw the spring-like sprig

   into   

Winter

until it cracks

and 

life 

pours forth 

unhampered  

North eastwest and south

stick my head into the mouth 

of the lion

let it roar 

until I roar 

back 

unleashed

Mountains, deserts, and jungle

Cast the man made bundle

   into   

nothingness

until the baggage

carried

is only

an ocean 

of motion

and stars 

to light

our way 

 

 

Reviews

[Kat Collins]

I have to say, I love the way you write. Abbreviated, sparse, but with great meaning and power. The way you separate your lines creates a defining rhthym that tells the story of the poem as much as the words. Excellent work....