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Suffer Unto Me - photo by Wild Thing

Suffer Unto Me – photo by Wild Thing

Weary he listens
One by one
They come
Seeking absolution

Justifying
The behavior
Hoping this time
Instead of forgiveness
They hear
They did right

Shocked by
Belief in
Their own
Moral superiority
He must guide
In some cases
Yes, admonish them

The sins
Committed
In the name of GOD
Chill his heart

He shakes
With anger
Do they not listen
Each week
To sermons given
Meant to teach
The way

Righteously
He questions
Do they even
Tell truths
Or do they
Withhold deeper sins

Why bother
At all
They will only
Commit their sins
Again, after piously
Listening to gospel
Taking communion

In fury
He delivers
Harsh penance
Saying
“Go and sin no more.”
Knowing they will

He waits
In silence
His anger ebbs
He leaves

Head bowed
He kneels
Crosses himself
“Strengthen me Father …”

Wild Thing ©2017

Stolen Moments

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Sunset in Mist – photo by Wild Thing

Beautiful door
Only opened
As they arrived
For those
Stolen moments

No day
Would pass
They would meet
To talk … touch
Whisper of
Love and promise

Then . . .
Darkness came
He disappeared

Every day
She faithfully came
The door
Remained locked
She sat by the door . . . waited

She dreamed
Of the door
Always open
They were always
There . . . together

Each doing
Their own thing
Side by side
In happiness

Brushing past
Each other
With smiles
Sharing the day
Quiet nights
Passion filled

A dream
That will never
Come to be
And so, she waits
By the door

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.15
Writing Rebels

Moonlight Skate

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Frozen Moon – photo by Wild Thing

Warm old truck
5 years old
“Where are we
going Daddy?”
“You’ll see.”

Rough road
Lots of bumps
She giggles
When she flies
Off her seat

Deep in the swamp
Large bag
On his shoulder
Short walk
Narrow path

Under moonlit sky
Snow glistens
On a pond
Blue square
Empty of snow

Deadfall
nature’s bench
Carefully stacked
Just offshore
Bonfire wood

In the bag
Skates!
His old ones
New white
Double blade
Ones for her

Hand in hand
He guides her
Teaches her
Until sure
She can skate
On her own

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.21
Writing Rebels

 

Nonconformity

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Daffodil Van Goghed – digital art by Wild Thing

I . . . am
A nonconformist
I don’t require
Your affirmation

While valuing
Your opinion
It won’t change
How I live
My life or
See myself

I can’t fit
Into the box
You try to put
Me in
Be what you
Want me to be

Who you think
I should be
The role
I should play
In this life

I do this
Not out of
Disrespect
For you
But because
I respect me

I do this
So we each
Can have our
Space to be
Who we each
Were meant
To be

Wild Thing©2017

Prompt 2.12
Writing Rebels

Earth Healing

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A Moment in Time – photo by Wild Thing

Dense fog
Crows overhead
Break the silence
One leaf falls
Earth’s poetry
Awaits
To heal a soul

Wild Thing ©2017

Written for Prompt 2.13 Writing Outside the Lines

Dark Places

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Darkness – photo by Wild Thing

Shoulders drop
Head down
Dark … cold
Alone

Harsh words
Vibrating
In her head
Hard … loud

Mirrored visage
Blue black eyes
Hideous
Scarred face

Broken glass
Underfoot
Woman’s photo
Strangely familiar

Words again
“Crazy… Nutso”
She’d answer
“I’m not”

Must be true
Why say it
If not
If so …

Penance
Is required

The outside
Must reflect
Ugly inside

Broken glass
In trembling hand

Deep now
Two marks
On each cheek

One for Crazy
Another for
Nutso

Wild Thing©2016

Nineteen

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Fogged State – photo by Wild Thing

fish fry
proposal
everyone there
said yes
thinking
will end it
in a month
mom pushes
for a date
dad’s business
wiped out
mom fired
sis and brother
still in school
left college
found a job
supported
my family
new house
had to be sold
broke mom’s heart
bought Christmas
boom box
for brother
hope chest
for sister
turned 20
told mom
no wedding
she said
cold feet
shake it off
money already spent
grasped my arm
it hurt
dad called out
now what
mom said
nothing
seamstress
forgot to
take up the hem
kicked my
wedding dress
down the aisle
crying all the way

Wild Thing ©2017

Enigma

. . . hint of being
exotic whiff
. . . captivating
mysterious ways

. . . deep night
candle companion
. . . familiar
becomes sinister

. . . dark hours
hellhounds arrive
. . . harbingers of fear

Wild Thing ©2017

For Today

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Birds of a Feather – by Wild Thing

I’m pleased to announce that today I am unveiling my new line of artwork. It’s called Wild’s World of Dreams … (Hence my absence … ) I think you’ll enjoy visiting this interesting world of oddities … For the Holidays, as an introductory to the world, I’m offering 11 x 14 signed posters for $20.00. After the Holidays, they will be $25.00. (price includes shipping & tax) I used some of the work here already and there will be more! So click on photos by Wild Thing and check out my new artwork.

Also, today’s BIG #CyberMonday deal, my 2017 Calendar for $21.00. After today it will be $25.oo. Makes a great gift! So stop over to my Redbubble Site and pick up a Calendar for a gift or even just for yourself! Just click on the word Redbubble! $1.00 of each sale will be donated to the Mississippi Upper Valley Wildlife Refuge where I take a large quantity of my photos as it is just below my house! So stop by Redbubble today & get your 2017 Calendar!

Please stop by my Twitter address or my Facebook page to see what #CyberMonday Deals I’m offering from my websites today!

Wild Thing

At Twenty-Five

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He Brought Flowers – photos by Wild Thing

Old chevy truck
Full parking lot
Hands in pockets
He knows
She’ll come

Watches cars
Speed by
Jaw muscle works
Senses her
He turns

They talk
He yells
She placates
He yells
She shakes her head

Curious bird
Mirror perched
Tilts head
As if to listen
Frightened and leaves

He breaks
Starts to cry
Shakes head
Asks her why
White hanky at his nose

Blue eyes
Pain filled
Tears held back
Shakes head
I don’t know

Reaches up
His head
On her shoulder
Holding him
It’ll be ok Daddy

At 25
Child becomes
The parent

Wild Thing©2016