The wild never

The sky does not understand 

never. Its glassy blue body 

is an illusion hanging over everything. 

I can not shake it. And. 

Why would I want to. Except 

for the way it never, it never

disappears. Sometimes I fool myself. 

I believed the trees 

would not turn this autumn. That 

the weather had stolen the alteration 

and left instead just 

the crisp brown of dying. But here 

they are now, an apothecary 

of crimson hearts and stars 

dangling over every landmark 

my eyes can touch. I had almost 

managed to forget the way it felt 

to be plunged through by wildness. 

But here I am again: a forest

sized ache, waiting to be 

swallowed by that wild/     never-sky

Reviews

[Fabian G. Franklin]

This was very different from most things I read about nature; even different from a personal perspective of a self-proclaimed transcendentalist. I enjoyed the different view. I was reminded of a song (I always am) by country singer Leeann Womack titled, "I Hope You Dance" and a line contained in it where she says, "I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean". I think that natural wonder and awe is a good thing to maintain as well. I enjoyed the read.

[Eilis]

Thank you for the kind words, Fabian. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

[Matthew Daalling]

your writing is incredible. your my favorite writer on here, bar none. Thank you for sharing.

[Cherrie Palmer]

The great illusion is that we can tame the Wild. But that act and or attempt stripes away some of its beauty (for a season). Until nature reclaims her possession.
A wonderful poem.

[Matthew Daalling]

Very abstract. I like the idea of eternity in the sky. Nice.

[Eilis]

Thanks again, Matthew!

[red93]

Fabulous - this is the real stuff. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

[Eilis]

Thank you for reading!

[Robert Trakofler]

Oh where has dear Eils gone did she get swallowed? me hopes not! I was cleaning out some of my old poems and came across one of your old reviews and found this:) Well im hoping you are well and still dipping your ink in the well with your wild whiles

[Eilis]

Hi, Robert. Belated thanks for your visit. I hope you are well there.

[Fairy Khan]

Can relate to the word "forest sized ache" so much that it's so sad. Love the piece.

[Eilis]

Thank you, Fairy!

[Scott Kris]

I have always spent far too much time looking up into the sky... I am a dreamer too... It is always changing and I can always find something to ponder up there in this sky of ours. Yes, it is a "never-sky", never ending, never without some gift, never ever tame. Yes! Loving this line of thought.

Thank you for sharing this write,

David

[Eilis]

Hi, David. Thank you for your kind comment. I like what you see in the poem. Nature is never fully tamed, indeed. Thanks for reading.

[John]

Ioved the absolute, plangent tone of these stanzas, with the word Never studding them like a dismal leitmotif - shades of Poe's nevermore. Fresh formula like the crisp brown of dying indicate that this I/eye is ever alert. While the words that precede crimson hearts tell us that this speaker is not going to be satisfied by cliche.The desire to be absorbed into nature is commonplace, and the failure to do so almost inevitable for a consciousness of such alertness and creativity.

[Eilis]

Thanks for such a lovely and astute comment, John. I appreciate you reading with attention and your keen eye. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.

[Julie McCarthy (juliesp..]

Sometimes i look up to sky just wanna dissapear in its blue infinity
I love your poem
You captured it well

[Eilis]

Hi, Julie. I loved what you had to say. Thank you for reading.