She is With You

*Special Note: I wrote this a little over a year ago, when my best friend’s mother passed away … I had forgotten to give it to her and just came across it. This is for you LK with love … *

She Is With You

photo/digital art by Wild Thing

you will find
she has not
left you

a whisper
soft … gentle
carried
in the breeze

when you need
her most
she will be
by your side

in sunlight
on grass
at night
the moon

every time
you tell
the story
of her life
she will be there

it’s her
when
shared laughter
uplifts hearts

it’s how
she lets you
know
the bond
is never broken

Wild Thing ©April, 2019

I Can’t Breathe Sir

I cant breathe

Dedicated to All the Black Men & Women Who Have Lost Their Lives to Police Brutality

as a child
he walks
out the door
mind your manners
yes mama

I can’t breathe sir

peaceful protests
nighttime fires
mothers cry
glass breaks

I can’t breathe sir

strong voices
sing out don’t
destroy … vote
take anger make it
positive

I can’t breathe sir

a weak man
hides underground
yells for more
police power
yells … to divide

I can’t breathe sir

Wild Thing ©May27, 2020
To the Floyd family …
my heart is broken …
may the goddess bring you peace
in this time of great unrest …
may she shower you with grace …
blessings to you all

The Loss

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he walked
as if shackled

his large hands
held a wooden
box of ashes

eyes blurred
he gently set
the box
on the table
fell onto his knees

he turned
wrapped his arms
around her legs
face buried
in her lap

her soft touch
upon his head

in this moment
he cried like
the boy
he once was

Wild Thing ©April 10,2020

Ancestral Messages

Ancestral Warriors

strong women
from ancient years
speak to me at night

be brave our
darling daughter
they whisper
you are strong

square your
slender shoulders
for the weight
tis always been
ours us to bear

the pain, misery
of the people
that we feel
we take and create

the universe listens
when we weave our spell

Wild Thing ©March 20, 2020

Heartsong

Heartsong

barefoot
out the door
skirt hitched up
in answer
to morning light

roaming through
field, valley,
on hillside
wild and free

sunkissed cheeks
bedewed toes
flowers in her hair
earth’s child

on the wind
soft, melodic
her heartsong
guides her home

Wild Thing ©November 30, 2019

My Girl

Dreams

Dreams – photo by Wild Thing

everything that
radiates light
or warmth
is dependent
upon something else

no woman is an island

do not fear
the challenges
ahead of you

fire is liberation
sending out
crackling bits
that fly from home

stay to what is
balanced and true
to gain
inner freedom

seek what
shines in you
in others
and life itself

never forsake
your belief in
what is right

remember the
good that has been
and is yet to be

hold to these
ideas and you
will hold
the power
of the light and love
within you

Wild Thing ©March 10, 2019

Spirit Freed

Villagers gathers
All come
Mourning begins

Honoring
That life

No matter
How meager
Or great

Sending it on

Old loves
Grudges, debts
Die with it

The Spirit
Now free
Of pettiness

Through
Laughter,
Song, stories,
Love
Fills
Empty hearts

Wild Thing ©July 29, 2017

Body and Soul

Stacked Rust

Stacked Rust – photo by Wild Thing

He saved everything …

Phone would ring
Often as not
It was family
Friend or neighbor
“Jim, my . . .”

It was always something
Car, sink, furnace
What have you
That was broken

He could fix anything
Nine times out of ten
He had the part

Back then
It was always about
Keeping body and soul
Together
Food on the table
Clothes on our back

He’s gone now
The parts rusting away

Wild Thing ©2017

My Daughter

Light in Dark

Light in Dark – photo by Wild Thing

My darling girl
If I could
I would bear
This sadness
For you

Comfort
I would offer
With open arms
Healing your
Bruised heart

As I hold you
Crooning softly
Telling you
Of your ancestors

How the pain
You feel
Not different
Than the women
Before you

Those tears
In your eyes
Are tears of
Countless others
Stifled at night

Whispered advice
I would give
Borne of wisdom
From these
Strong women

In your veins
Flows courage
Tenacity . . . Power

When adversity
Or death calls
The backbone
Of your heritage
Will be there

Close your eyes
See them
Standing firm
Behind you

Callista, Elizabeth,
Veronica and Ruth
Margaret, Bridget,
Mary and Frances

These women
Keened their loss
Then stood up
Pushed on

You . . .
are never alone
With you
They stand
Forever

This heritage
This lineage
Of endurance
My daughter
Is my gift
To you

Wild Thing ©August 3, 2017