Sunday's Whirligig
SPIRIT OF THE WILD (Living Wild and Almost Free)
to live in an untamed world a dream a world where constellations
determine character unfortunately we are naked folk without fur
and have forgotten the spirit of the wild we fear the jungle
the forest all natural places soon the temperature will drop
snow will fall the landscape transformed winter will come
the people without fur freeze i leave the dream return to my warm house
the fragrance of pinion burning in the kiva cinnamon and spice
tangle in the air in my dream the untamed world
a park like the stories of eden what is needed is provided
on tv there is a program called survivor
the untamed world where bugs bite is not for me
i leave it to the ones who dwell there naturally
for all my grumbling i have no desire to live there
so i remain safe in my house warmed by the fire
in my almost tamed world led by a nonsensical orange man still i dream
October 21, 2017
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The Sunday Whirl
WE JUMP FOR THE SAKE OF JUMPING
still, early the sun rises above the mountains the light begins
shadows left from the night linger soon the light spreads
like water reaching out encompassing the whole world
still, we live in darkness the route we travel is not clearly marked
we are confused we think our challenges are our own
individual possessions we create a world of pretense and denial
it is our drug of choice we wail and moan we fail to see
the possibilities teeming before us like the frog
we jump for the sake of jumping "gar hump, gar hump" we are shocked
when the mist clears we awake we fumble for our map
our compass we were told and yet, we say
it is not as i thought we close our fists vowing never to let go
try to hang on but in the end death comes to all
October 22, 2017
13 comments:
I love the description of the wild.......and we the "naked folk without fur"....then the description of the comforts of home. I would adore living in the wilderness, but admit I would need a creature comfort or two - or five!
We jump for the sake of jumping........so much wisdom in this poem.....we do make a lot of noise, but your closing lines remind us that death silences us all. Wow, Annell. So well said.
We go inside for shelter but go outside for solace.
we lost our fur and with it all our appreciation for adaption and nature. rightly said!
I think we have crossed the chasm and cannot join the other animals any longer... if that's because of fur or not it's not easy to say
I like both poems. The first one made me smile about our orange leader while I acknowledge that I would not survive in the real jungle. The animal in me is subdued, though not totally tamed. The second made me acknowledge that no amount of pretense and denial can hide my fear of death.
Ah, I remain safe in my house warmed by the fire as well....call it self-preservation.
Once again you have created 2 incredible poems....one where we want to just stay safe by a fire but alas we are haunted by that 'nonsensical orange man'....the other a stark look at the world and illusions we create but the reality is what we need to see.
Two very interesting pieces. I'm with you on the lst one. Though, I do enjoy my little wilderness excursions - home is my refuge ... but for the occasional uninvited intrusion of the nonsensical orange man. ~ eeech ~
The 2nd piece begs the question: do we (mainly) choose our own path, or is it (mainly) chosen for us. That one I haven't figured out yet. Though, I do think that our level of income, plays into which way we jump (and how high and how far) to a fairly significant extent. Sadly, we all must eat to live ... that and creature comforts such as warmth, don't come cheap.
Love both. In the first one I was a bit startled by the almost tamed world in the grip of the orange man. The second one makes me sad.
Death comes to all – but some of us go on amazing journeys to get there. As your poems suggest.
Both your poems are beautifully emotive and strike a chord .. sigh I can't help but wonder what happens when death envelops us into its fold..
I wasn't prepared for the "nonsensical orange man" to appear in your Whirligig poem, but strangely enough, his unexpected arrival made me smile. What a weird world we live in!
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