Saturday, 12 May 2012

Where the wild things are

As I grow older,
I want to be    
The forest tree
With yellow vines 
Reaching not for the sky
But for the humid soil
Where mushroom feet  
And moss carpet covers
Secret trails and broken twigs

I want to shake leaves
Not only during autumn  
But when I want to dance with
The wild things hanging on branches,
Stripped of pelt,
Smelling of rain sap,
I breathe their sounds, raw   
As their long whiskers, dark as the sun


Turning me into a white wolf
Growling into my lover’s ears  
Like thunder on a stormy night
A beast with a coarse tongue     
Hungry for open fields, 
Thirsty for ripening moon,  
Native drums ripping pages
Into the night,  
I run 



Posted for D'verse Poets Pub:   Poetics :   Maurice Sendaks and Wild Things 
 “Inside all of us is HOPE. 
Inside all of us is FEAR. 
Inside all of us is ADVENTURE. 
Inside all of us is A WILD THING.” ~Maurice Sendak  



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  1. Mary B. Mansfield12 May 2012 at 16:46

    Wonderful! Love the line "Native drums ripping pages Into the night." You definitely walked on the wild side with this one!

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  2. Claudia12 May 2012 at 17:01

    nice..i like the feeling of being grounded in reality here...love the humid soil, the mushrooms and moss carpet...and then...there's room for that wolf to be set free...and roam the land...

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 17:03

      Thanks Claudia for your visit and kind words ~

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  3. Mary12 May 2012 at 17:02

    I just loved the entire last stanza, Heaven!

    "A beast with a coarse tongue
    Hungry for open fields,
    Thirsty for ripening moon" makes me want to howl in the night!

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 17:05

      Well Mary, that wouldn't be too bad to do :-)

      Thank you for your support ~

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  4. Brian Miller12 May 2012 at 17:10

    hey now its back...smiles...

    there is great wisdom in reaching both for the sky as well as into the earth...a tree will only grow as big as it goes deep you know...and dancing with teh wild things, i am all for it...growl on...and run..smiles...

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 17:18

      Yes after some more editing, smiles ~ Thanks for the visits and support Brian.

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  5. Daydreamertoo12 May 2012 at 17:13

    A bit of both worlds for you, real and imaginary playful. :) Yes, we do have all of those inside us. I hope I never loose mine.
    Lovely write!

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 17:20

      Thanks Bren for the lovely comments. But I had to reigned back though my wild side :-)

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  6. Tashtoo12 May 2012 at 17:52

    Wonderful Write! Love the tone set by the images...I had a shaman tell me my spirit guide is a white wolf (classic, eh?) I've embraced him and named him Jaxx...

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 17:56

      Really Tash ~ To have a spirit guide like that is amazing ~

      You need to write about it ~ Thanks for kind words ~

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  7. Anonymous12 May 2012 at 18:12

    I loved this run on the wild side with all its evocative imagery. Also, I agree Tash should write about Jaxx, that would be exciting to read.

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 18:18

      Thanks Anna ~ I wrote my thoughts on this in Tash's blog.

      Happy day to you ~

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  8. DEZMOND12 May 2012 at 18:16

    I would love to have a room in a shroom like a Smurf...

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 18:20

      Really Dezmond ~ (trying to picture it)

      Thanks for the visit :-)

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  9. Lorna Cahall12 May 2012 at 18:22

    Super poem. I especially went for the white wolf!

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  10. Laurie Kolp12 May 2012 at 18:33

    Somehow I knew you'd go this way with the prompt. Love it!

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    1. Scarlet12 May 2012 at 19:13

      How can I resist the wild thing :-)

      Thanks Laurie, you know me well ~

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  11. Anonymous12 May 2012 at 19:32

    Native drums ripping pages is very memorable, but so is the rough tongue. Well-done. k.

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  12. Anonymous12 May 2012 at 19:38

    This is what I love about poetry, it can be interpreted in so many different ways. I may come back tomorrow and see it in a whole different light. Well done Heaven.

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  13. Anonymous12 May 2012 at 19:39

    grrr! a shewolf.

    i loved this!

    your words heaven, so fucking seductive.

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  14. Frank Watson12 May 2012 at 19:49

    Very nice, concrete imagery--I smelled the leaves of the forest and felt the humid soil. It had a very real quality to it, despite the imagination.

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  15. Lisa12 May 2012 at 19:58

    Oh this is so wild, I love.

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  16. Pat Hatt12 May 2012 at 21:10

    Now don't go growling too loud into your lovers ears, wouldn't want him to go deaf or anything..haha

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  17. kaykuala12 May 2012 at 21:14

    The last stanza is really wild, sensuously wild in fact. 'Growling, wow! Great write Grace!

    Hank

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  18. Marbles in My Pocket12 May 2012 at 21:37

    I guess you know I LOVE wolves, and so I LOVE this poem. Definitely has the wild feel to it! Very nice!

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  19. PattiKen12 May 2012 at 22:30

    I'm so glad you let your wild thing out, Grace. I love this, especially the last few lines. They make me want to go out and howl at the moon... or something.

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  20. Hannah12 May 2012 at 23:41

    I like that you write from the perspective of the tree!! So creative and this is my abfave:

    "I want to shake leaves
    Not only during autumn
    But when I want to dance"

    Great writing!

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    1. Scarlet13 May 2012 at 09:02

      Thank you Hannah ~ I love that part too ~

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  21. Anonymous13 May 2012 at 01:05

    I left a wonderful response but it flew off the page to cyberspace. Lovely poem...age and wisdom...wild things are right here with us at our feet, just look. Sometimes though even that can not help us to be adept or adjust to change or disappointment. gardenlilie.

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    1. Scarlet13 May 2012 at 08:30

      Thank you for the lovely words....I like your perspective "at our feet, just look".

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  22. zongrik13 May 2012 at 01:36

    i like the native drums ripping the pages

    when do we stop being a child

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  23. Unknown13 May 2012 at 01:43

    Very cool direction you went here, I love the embodying reflection/empowerment here. Really neat. Thanks

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  24. Aaron kent13 May 2012 at 02:02

    Wow, I really enjoyed reading this! Very wild poem, and thank you for joining the wild rumpus!

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  25. Anonymous13 May 2012 at 08:33

    Full of passion (do I always say that about your poems?- sorry if I do! But its true!)- there's a few ways this could be looked at- the tree as a mother with its wild children having off its branches- but the outside of the motherly role- a lover (as the wolf) running wild in the night! Maybe immmissing the point- but this is how your piece spoke to me in all it's vivid imagery and colour

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    1. Scarlet13 May 2012 at 09:01

      Thank you for sharing your perspective on my poems. I like that you see the tree as a mother...I was thinking of a person grounded in reality and seeking to know herself more. I appreciate your reflections.

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  26. Orange UaPoet13 May 2012 at 09:11

    Thank you for taking me back to Sendak's world of words and feelings. My favorite lines were "smelling of rain sap" and "native drums ripping pages into the night" with the entire painting a treasure to read.

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  27. Mystic_Mom13 May 2012 at 13:04

    Wonderful...you really took me back, and then brought me home again to enjoy Sendak's magic as an adult! Well done!

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  28. Chris Lawrence13 May 2012 at 15:18

    Natural and resonant i loved it and its feel

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  29. Chris Lawrence13 May 2012 at 15:19

    Natural and resonant

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  30. Aisling Weaver13 May 2012 at 17:30

    Lovely and vivid, very sensual and full of the senses :) I found so many different ways to read it, a lush spectrum of interpretations to enjoy.
    ~Ais

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  31. Shawn13 May 2012 at 21:30

    Wild and real your poetry continues to captivate me. I enjoy reading all that you share. In the end you return to earth and not the heavens. There is something very solid about that. Thank you.

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  32. Ellecee13 May 2012 at 21:58

    Love this !! :-)

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  33. Dave King14 May 2012 at 07:34

    Oh, this is delicious. I love the sound and sense of it. I shall definitely have to read it again.

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  34. Anonymous14 May 2012 at 12:23

    Mushroom feet with the wild things hanging on branches! Motherhood :)

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  35. Anonymous14 May 2012 at 21:13

    This is wildly beautiful.

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  36. Anonymous14 May 2012 at 21:29

    Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

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