the pasture sprawls:
once dull & docile cows
now have feral eyes.
Feral [Haiku]
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Tag Archives: Wild
Tamed (Lyric Poem]
Ah, so nice to be Tamed --
Never again the same.
What style of Wild do you
Think one could retain?
Being tamed would just be aces,
If one could keep some Wild, in traces.
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Wild & Free [Haiku]
POEM: The Silent Wild
Looking through a window
at the falling snow flakes.
Silent is the snow fall
that piles upon my sill.
And though it weighs limbs down,
it doesn’t break the branches.
If there were a slight breeze,
it’d dust it all away.
Out beyond the farm land,
in the distant forest,
lies the kind of wildness
that’s silent at the bone.
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