Wilde Like

Wilde Like

A Poem by Siobahn McKenna

Most of us only but tip-toe

Afraid of the edge of the ledge

There’s nothing in the world quite like falling

Jumping

sometimes slipping right off the stretch


Love is a beautiful proposition 

But

Chalk full of ambiguous imposition

appearing absent, a mismatch,

sometimes purposeless

We’re all terrified it’ll never catch

Disguised, it surfaces 

Never our expected sketch

occasionally curses us

Feeling weak, feeling anxious, 

even bitter

Misinterpreting events

abandoning all sense

Wilde like: 

Never pure

Never true

Never simple


But sometimes it might be better

I think

Than we could ever have hoped 

Even as we peer off the edge 

Secretly wishing 

the edge of the ledge was a slope


Grey area, I’ve realized, doesn't kill

Things do not always have to make sense

But I pray to God someday they will

They never seem to

Especially not when I’m with you

I still hate the suspense 

Why didn’t I stay up high

safe, 

on the fence ?


Actually I’d rather jump

Hope at the bottom 

love is a sea

Because I’m already drowning in you

Terrified you won’t jump in after me.

© 2016 Siobahn McKenna


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Siobhan, First of all, I've always been enamored with the name Siobhan. so you already have earned 4 points toward a great review. I notices one of your reviews on another writer's work (A. Amos) and it intrigued me enough to visit your page. First of all, concerning your written piece here, I want to compliment your irregular rhyme scheme; I too employ this rhyme pattern quite often myself. I often say that most poets have a command of the language that enables them to write cleanly and clearly. But it is not just KNOWING the words that propels a good writer, it's knowing how to ARRANGE them, in a melodious and gripping way, that allows the good poet to shine. Your writing has that quality to it. The clever rhyme scheme combined with your style of writing and you gift for poetic construction hold you up to the light. That is the light in which I find your literary presence. Great piece of writing. take care...dan

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dan
Siobhan, First of all, I've always been enamored with the name Siobhan. so you already have earned 4 points toward a great review. I notices one of your reviews on another writer's work (A. Amos) and it intrigued me enough to visit your page. First of all, concerning your written piece here, I want to compliment your irregular rhyme scheme; I too employ this rhyme pattern quite often myself. I often say that most poets have a command of the language that enables them to write cleanly and clearly. But it is not just KNOWING the words that propels a good writer, it's knowing how to ARRANGE them, in a melodious and gripping way, that allows the good poet to shine. Your writing has that quality to it. The clever rhyme scheme combined with your style of writing and you gift for poetic construction hold you up to the light. That is the light in which I find your literary presence. Great piece of writing. take care...dan

Posted 9 Years Ago


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Wow you have an uncanny ability to grab your reader! Some love is worth jumping for some worth leaving as is. Nice write!

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

' Better to love and lose, than never love at all '!

A deep and imaginative write, penned with emotively intriguing thought !

Posted 10 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

There are some reads you feel words and there are some reads you felt message, I enjoyed the message and the ending verses; you nail it my friend.

Posted 10 Years Ago


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the high wire is barbed,strung tight the flex just right, flipping falling facing the fear, Open fist callused rough gripping, pain window to the narrow the marrow, leaking inking in a pool high black night stretching the trust, focus on the girl, the tear , the salt stains tracking my hold ,stains on the soul ,leaving leaves falling , Aspens calling wishing I was there.

Posted 10 Years Ago



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