The wild never

The wild never

A Poem by Eilis

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

© 2020 Eilis


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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.

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Eilis

1 Year Ago

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



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

Posted 1 Year Ago


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.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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

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Eilis

1 Year Ago

Thanks again, Matthew!
Fabulous - this is the real stuff. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Eilis

1 Year Ago

Thank you for reading!
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

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Eilis

1 Year Ago

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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

1 Year Ago

Thank you for the kind words, Fabian. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Can relate to the word "forest sized ache" so much that it's so sad. Love the piece.

Posted 1 Year Ago


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Eilis

1 Year Ago

Thank you, Fairy!
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

Posted 1 Year Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

1 Year Ago

Hi, David. Thank you for your kind comment. I like what you see in the poem. Nature is never fully t.. read more
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.

Posted 2 Years Ago


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Eilis

2 Years Ago

Thanks for such a lovely and astute comment, John. I appreciate you reading with attention and your .. read more
Sometimes i look up to sky just wanna dissapear in its blue infinity
I love your poem
You captured it well


Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

2 Years Ago

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

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