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.

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

You

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Thinking of You – photos by Wild Thing

I choose you.
And I’ll choose you,
Over and over

Without pause,
Without doubt,

In a heartbeat.

I’ll keep
Choosing you.

Throughout
The millennia

It will always be

You.

Wild Thing ©January 10, 2017

For a Moment

we were rebels
screaming no
to our parents’ life
exploring our world
roof down music loud
oh how happy

sat on car hoods
held hands
watched sunsets
in our eyes
percy’s warm
and tender love

dusk fall
dirt road trails
old abandoned house
weed walking
breath held in fright
season of the witch

snow fall night
empty parking lots
back bumper skiing
laughter caught in air
glittery eyelashes
made my heart sing

Wild Thing©2016

Time Change

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The Light – photo by Wild Thing

Spring ahead
Fall back
Her body hates
The biannual attack

Five am
Wide awake
An early rising
She can’t shake

She hates
Floors creaky
Stiff and sore
Walking sneaky

Don’t wake
Others sleeping
Gently snoring
Dreams keeping

5 am witch
Bad for all
When clocks turn
Back in the fall

Ben Franklin
She sighs
T’was his idea
To lighten the skies

Coffee done
Warm cup
Another hour
Before all is up

She sits
Makes a list
A quiet hour
Otherwise missed

She finds
An upside
To this change
Not to be lightly
Thrown aside

Solitude
Gathering thoughts
Time well spent
Can’t be bought

It’s a fact
Known by everyone
A witch’s work
Is never done

Wild Thing©2016

Velvet Footbridge

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Velvet Footbridge – photo by Wild Thing

Spring morning
Earth warms
Old tree fell
Over green stream
Into forest deep 

Time crawls by
Faeries do work
Keepers of nature
On light feet
Cross the bridge 

Dew sparkles
In moss beards
Hanging low
Worms feast
On autumn leaves 

Unplug eyes … ears
From phones … tablets 

Plug into nature
No batteries needed
Only water crashes
Bugs have wings
Freezes only in winter

Wild Thing ©2016
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