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

 

Promises*

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Autumn Burdock – photo by Wild Thing

A promise given
Received
With joy
Gently placed
In a basket
To be savored
Until its arrival
With expectation
Hopeful days
Pass
It never comes

Another promise
Arrives
In the basket
It goes
Believing again
Only to see
It curls up
Like the other

Soon the basket
Fills with
Withered promises
It’s put away
With the pain
Of being forgotten

More promises
Arrive
Like butterflies
Beautiful
Then flutter away

Leaving behind
Wistful
Knowledge
That it will
Never happen
Which is
Better than
Expectation
Unfulfilled

Wild Thing ©February 18, 2017

*This poem was written for the Prompt 2.17 for the Writing Rebels.
It must suck to have promises made that are never kept. I mean we all know what it’s like, but to be an entire race of people? I think of Standing rock … being Black … Hispanic … all the broken promises made to them & then I am ashamed to bemoan any that have been broken to me. Anyway, I tried to capture that feeling & don’t think I came very close to it … but for what it’s worth. This was my attempt.

Mad Dance

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A Day in Sunshine – Digital Art by Wild Thing

Candle lit hall
Voices … laughter
Wild music
Playing
Some danced
Others ate

Here
Games of chance
There
Fortunes told
Jugglers … acrobats
Weave in and out

An assault
On the senses
Bright … bold
Glittering
Exotic scents
Roving eyes

Above it all
Upon his throne
The King
With jaded eye
Observes all

Buxom women
Vie
For position
He comments
Giggles with
False modesty
Answer him

As if
From thin air
Gold and
Sapphires with
Rubies and
Amethyst appear
Time stops
Or did it

Dashing men
Attempt
At claiming
The bright treasure
Their success
Denied

Its glitter
Captures the eye
Of the King
He watches
The failures
One by one

He must
Possess this
Treasure

As he walks
With purpose
The crowd opens
A path
Before him
Until he stands
Before this beauty

First attempt
Denied
Angered slightly
Bemused greatly
He waits

The treasure moves
Just a bit
To the right
As if
To go around

The king moves
To block
An odd chess
Game begins
A move here
A block there

The King
Suddenly
With a
Hearty laugh
Grabs the treasure
Claims it
For his own

Looking into
The sapphires
His lips kiss
Ruby ones
Golden hair
In his hands

As the treasure
Yielded
It was a mad
Beautiful thing
And the dance
Had just begun

Wild Thing©2017

Prompt 2.14
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

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

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

Ice Shards

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Icy Shards – photo by Wild Thing

Co-written by Wild Thing & Cletis L Stump

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my attention required

the cold grows
inside and out

ice words like knives

will the river
freeze or flow red

Wild Thing & Cletis L Stump ©November 18, 2016

Arah . . .

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

today we grieve . . .
wear black
beat our chests . . .

keen “ARAHHHHH!”
let the pain out . . .

til we rise . . .
like the sun
stronger . . . wiser

knowing . . .
there is always
light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©2016