Wild Thing ©April 27, 2017
Wild Thing ©April 27, 2017
A promise given
In a basket
To be savored
Until its arrival
It never comes
In the basket
Only to see
It curls up
Like the other
Soon the basket
It’s put away
With the pain
Of being forgotten
Then flutter away
That it will
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.
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!
. . . dawn in her eyes
rose on blue
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Storm has past
Leaving a strange
Branches . . . twigs
Fallen to the ground
As a taunt
Perhaps a threat
It could come back
Unable to walk
A straight line
Dizzy from its ride
Shines from within
Like a death mask
Clean up, repairs
Counting their blessings
To the ear
“Yes, we’re ok,
It only stormed here.”
Wild Thing ©2016
Written for Prompt #51
The saddest words
Are “It might
That bring but
Heartache and regret
It only makes
Harder to face
Why question Fate
Her fickle temper
She could make
You regret asking
What might have been
Wild Thing ©2016
Written for Prompt #50
As being chosen to go first to kick off the celebration of the one-year anniversary of “Writing Outside the Lines”, I just want to say a little bit.
When Annie suggested starting this, I gave her my full support. I thought it would be a great thing to do even though I felt that I was a horrible writer. I have to tell you, I was terrified to submit that first piece.
I found as I went along though, that I felt more at ease. As I relaxed, so did my writing. Slowly it got a little better. I know when one is good and when one is merely ok. I’m learning as I go and I’m okay with that.
None of this would have been possible, had I not had the constant support of Annie. Through it all, she was there, right beside me, not pushing, not once! But cheering me all the way! She has always encouraged me to stretch further than I thought I could.
Without that, I doubt I would be here today writing this. I would have given up ages ago. But because of the time Annie gave unselfishly to me, I am here today leading out with the first prompt!
So Happy One-Year Anniversary WOL! I raise my glass to my fellow Writing Rebels & say “Here’s to the next year! May we be as prolific as we were this first year! CHEERS!”
Now on to the prompt, as an Aquarian, I am a weirdo. So the above quote by Hunter S. Thompson has always been kind of like my motto. Are you weird? How so? Do you have a motto? What is it & why? Or does the turtle inspire you? She is quite gorgeous … smiling at you. The name of the photo is: “I’m Ready For My Close Up Mr. DeMille”. Her name is Yolanda and she was going to lay eggs. Now I hope I’ve given you inspiration to write whatever moves you! Aren’t you glad I don’t give prompts every week????
They tell me Nothing lasts forever Not true I say Love is eternal It never dies Cynics laugh Shake their head Say I’m a fool Yes … There are lovers Who drift away Some who stay For a lifetime … making Both of you unhappy They point to These examples Snickering at me While their rolling eyes Thinking me naive They don’t know I’ve learned the Secret to real love It begins … by loving me A gift to be given Unconditionally Wild Thing ©2016 Written for Writing Rebels Prompt #45
Dear Readers & Followers ... Forgive my absence ... Last week I lost a close friend in a car accident the past week has been to say the least a haze ... drifting though memories I tried to write about it there were no words still aren't someday perhaps words will come if not ... that's ok too
Wild Thing ©2016
Horrible first day No friends Everyone Made fun of her She came home Went right upstairs Grandma waiting Saw her Tear stained face Mamma too busy Making supper Didn’t look up In her head She heard Grandma “What’s the matter honey?” They always spoke Telepathically Mamma said it was rude “Nothing Grandma …” “Don’t you nothing me” “I’m sorry … “ “Now tell me, what’s wrong.” “They made fun of me Grandma.” “Why ever for?” “You know why … I’m different.” “You don’t look different. You look just like them!” “OH Grandma you know what I mean!” “I certainly do not!” “They know what we are Grandma.” “What we ARE? And what are we dear?” “That we’re witches … “ “Oh that, so what of it? It’s not a bad thing.” “They called me awful names Grandma and they spit on me.” Anger Not at her At them Just as quickly It was gone “That’s their ignorance honey, their fear talking. You see, they just don’t understand how wonderful you are … how gifted … one day they will. Then you will see … they will come to you … asking you for your help … when they can’t help themselves … they will forget how they treated you today … they will only remember that you are different … that you can help them … it will be your difference that will make you irreplaceable to them.” “Grandma that’s so old fashioned.” “Child, it may be old fashioned, but as Rhett told Scarlett ‘that is the one unforgivable sin in any society. Be different and be damned!’ And we have always been different dear, BUT we have never been damned. We have always been blessed. Tomorrow will be a better day and the day after that even better. By the end of two weeks you’ll make a friend or two who won’t care who you are. Just be who you are … be yourself, your beautiful self my dear. Now wash your face and come down it’s time to learn your other lessons … I believe it’s herbs today isn’t it?” “Yes Grandma… I will, and it is herbs today.” Wild Thing ©2016 Written for Writing Rebels Prompt #42
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