Saturday, October 21, 2017

SPIRIT OF THE WILD (Living Wild and Almost Free) Sunday's Whirligig --We Jump for the Sake of Jumping/The Sunday Whirl -- Poets United Poets Pantry

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:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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!

Sherry Blue Sky said...

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.

colleen said...

We go inside for shelter but go outside for solace.

Thotpurge said...

we lost our fur and with it all our appreciation for adaption and nature. rightly said!

brudberg 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

Myrna R. said...

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.

Mary said...

Ah, I remain safe in my house warmed by the fire as well....call it self-preservation.

Donna@LivingFromHappiness said...

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.

Wendy Bourke said...

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.

Sumana Roy said...

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.

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Death comes to all – but some of us go on amazing journeys to get there. As your poems suggest.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

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..

Magical Mystical Teacher said...

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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