wild

a poem gone wild, out of breath,
out of line, since the first words
came out of its mouth, i let it sit,
in a corner of my head,
where the sun is warmest,
rubbed my palms together, lightly,
so as not to startle it into a bird,
that has lost its wings, its song
but because of love, i let it go,
before i lost the courage to keep up
with my heart, about what it needs
to know from me, so it could tell me
what i want, without going blind
with pure reason - i buried the poem,
half-beating and still alive,
its meaning, lost in me, somehow

Reviews

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This is a beautiful poem.

A very relevant theme for the poet. So many times does a brilliant idea enter our heads, we start to write the piece, and then somehow, the words just float away on the wind. I have experienced that many times.
A love the idea of taking this dying poem and burying somewhere. A brilliant analogy.

A very lovely piece of writing.

[highonwords]

thank you, my friend, for the wonderful visit and comment - glad the poem spoke to you :)
read morethank you, my friend, for the wonderful visit and comment - glad the poem spoke to you :)

my best,
steph

[Lydia Shutter]

When a poem starts to form, we are sometimes not sure where it will lead us. If the meaning gets lost, it is so frustrating. The words so speak to us. I liked this. Lydi**

[highonwords]

thank you so much, lydia, for the wonderful comment and lovely visit :)

steph