River Valley

River Valley

River Valley – photo by Wild Thing

 

river valley

. . . heavy fog

crickets / tree frogs

. . . in two-part harmony

Wild Thing ©August 28, 2017

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Once Upon A Time

Once upon a time
A few mistakes ago
Off to market I went
A maid born low

Basket in hand
List in the other
Humming a tune
Taught by my mother

On the wharf
Looking at the fish
The master required
Fine meals on his dish

The farmer’s stall
With veggies and beef
Though closer to home
Would make my trip brief

The sea called
With its salty air
Blue green waves
Breeze lifting my hair

Fish wrapped up
I stop to eye a mussel
Grabbed by the waist
I began to tussle

Then darkness
A bag on my head
Trussed up like a hog
Heart filled with dread

Tossed into a boat
Men shouting, rowing
Off we went
My fear growing

Time has passed
Too much to tell
Each day a challenge
Aye, a true hell

But fight I did
Despite difficulty
I gained my ship
Yea, my liberty

The men? They
Now fight for me
Together we travel
Over the sea

A female captain
Of a pirate ship
Those who know me
Fear my whip

Aye, a pirate lass
And fearsome I be
Raise your glass
Give a toast
To Pirate Captain Me!

Wild Thing ©August 11, 2017

Bouncing Pumpkins

Bouncing Pumpkins

Bouncing Pumpkins – digital Art by Wild Thing

No moonlight
October chill
On a dare
Two girls shiver
Just beyond the field

Farmhouse dark
Stealthy crawl
Damn dog barks
They freeze

No lights appear
Big exhale
They continue
On their mission

Hands find
What they seek
Stifled giggles
Each girl grabs two

Duck waddle now
Back to cover
In darker shadows
Of the trees
Breaking into a run

On the road
Finally, deep breaths
Made it!
Down to work

Each takes one
Raises it
Above her head
Smashes it down
It bounces!

Stunned looks
They pick them up
Do it again
They bounce

Clouds break
Moonlight shines down
Damn pumpkins …
Were green

Wild Thing ©June 19, 2017

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice

Finding My Voice – by Wild Thing

I am proud to share with you, the announcement of my first book: Finding My Voice. It’s a Collection of what I consider to be my best poems, paired with some of my photos that have been digitally altered by me.

It’s printed on white paper and the art is full color that has a slight gloss to it. It was my goal to create something unique that would be at home on your bookshelf or your coffee table.

The poetry is some works that have appeared here as well as some that is new. It is my hope that you enjoy it as much as I did putting it together for you.

Get your copy today: Finding My Voice by Wild Thing

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Never-Ending Game

Memories - digital art by Wild Thing

It’s the 16th inning
We’ve stretched twice
Bears arrive late
As though it’s
Just begun

Mrs O’Leary’s Cow
Sips “tea” delicately
In her beautiful
Rose chintz china
With a goat
Named Murphy

They give
Color commentary
Their finest brogue
A bit slurred
And funny too

(Sure an’
They’re on
Their 4th “teapot”
Ye know)

Sailor Jack
His dog Bingo
Sell candied
Popcorn and peanuts
To sleepy children

Fans still cheer
As if we’re
Just starting
While #14
Yells from
Right foul pole
“Let’s play two!”

On the field
43 k’s so far
And counting
Bats and records
Starting to break

Leo “The Lip”
Argues with Joe
Behind the plate
Kicks dirt then
Storms away

Players left stranded
Like wallflowers
The Babe claps
Organ music plays us
Into the 17th inning

As Jack Brickhouse
Pours more “tea”
Into rose chintz cups

Wild Thing @May8, 2017