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.

[kentuck14]

E,
Again, your poem is finely encased in mystery and strong emotion. The late Donald Hall wrote that a poem, in order to be a poem, must bring out feelings. You have succeeded here according to this prescription!
T

[Eilis]

Thanks, Tom. I love Donald Hall. He had so much to share in wisdom and experience.

I appreciate your thoughts on this poem. Always glad to hear from you.

[Gerald Parker]

There is an angst in this I cannot explain. I am reminded of "La Femme Adultere" by Camus. The openness to the world, the sky, the desire to be swallowed up, to be part of the scheme of things we cannot change. Powerful writing, Eilis.

[Eilis]

Thank you very much, Gerald. I do see the connection with the story. The intensity of her feeling. I suppose I relate to that in a lot of ways. I hadn't thought of that in relation to the poem, but I can see it now that you say it.

I always appreciate your reading. Thanks, again.

[Neville]

This is so good, I got lost in it without leaving the page. Not once in all my visits.. and until just now, I was careful not to leave a trace of me behind.. Please excuse the briefness of my scribble, I have just been reminded I need more drops inserting. One day soon though, I shall return and do more justice to these splendid words..

[Eilis]

I love your reaction, Neville. I kind of felt the same way when I finished writing it. I don't know where it came from, but there is was. And so I just let it be what it wanted to be.

Thank you for visiting today. I always look forward to your words...if you manage a return. If not, I think you've said something wonderful just now.

All the best.