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

Dead Roses

Dead Roses

angry
tear filled eyes
wounded hearts
listen in

no words of
comfort … sympathy
no “I hear you”

only words
of weakness
scorched earth

even the roses
have died
for lack of grace

Wild Thing ©June 1, 2020

Arah . . .*

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Black Moon Night – photo by Wild Thing

Today we grieve . . .
Wear black
Beat our chests . . .

Keen “ARAH!”
Let the pain out . . .

Til we rise . . .
Like the sun
Stronger . . . wiser

Knowing . . .
There is always
Light in the darkness

Wild Thing ©Nov. 9, 2016

*I wrote this poem the day after Trump was elected. In view of the over 95,000K deaths due to the corona virus, it seems more needed today than ever.

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

Too High

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once
a witch flew
too close
to the sun

her ashes
drifted down
on the wind
down to earth

slowly
she nurtured
them to be
reborn

she looked
like herself
some scars
still visible

she left them
to remind her
never fly
so high again

Wild Thing ©April 2, 2020