Let Me Be a Wild Thing

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself.  A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.  D. H. Lawrence 

if life and death are a circular route
without a beginning or an ending
and if we may choose what we’ll
be the next time we pass through

let me be a wild thing
that nature fully will support
I’ll have a home of my own
making, no mortgage that

will strangle and worry,
food I will forage for
and find as life provides
my head not cluttered

with thoughts of lack
and measuring myself
against my neighbor
I won’t need a walk-in

closet for excess clothing
and shoes that bind and
hurt my feet; I’ll just
be me and that will

be enough
I’ll soar with wings
because I can or
paw the earth and

smell its wealth of
gifts to make things
grow and to give
my hooves will

gallop with unparalleled glee
feeling the wind as I pick
up speed and know I am
free to come and go,

to just be me

Abhra hosts Poetics today at dVerse Poets and asks us what would we like to come back as if we had the choice:  http://dversepoets.com/2016/02/02/poetics-coming-back/

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  1. Wild and free what a way to be. Never feeling sorry for oneself not knowing you should be. So much said here I will think of this poem for a while. Very nice,

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  2. How I adore this! Yes, let me be a wild thing, too.

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  3. I agree, this is breathtaking 😀 be wild and free 😀

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  4. Oh, YES. Consider the lilies of the field…the creatures of the air…they don’t worry, or wonder – they just trust.

    I love this.

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  5. Yes, let me be a wild thing too and not worry about tomorrow, debts or payments nor what I am going to eat ~ Love the gifts of nature as wealth Gayle ~

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  6. I love this. Perfect.

    “let me be a wild thing
    that nature fully will support”

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  7. For some reason this poem transported me back to my childhood when some of us used to play ‘wild horses.’ We were wild and free — in our imaginations anyway – and we galloped around the school playground with the same kind of glee!

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  8. ahhh.. the perfect freedom, to be reborn in wildlife… what a dream of bliss. very nice!

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  9. The charm of wild – i guess, that never stops attracting us. Lovely piece Gayle.

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  10. Oh this is perfect – love how your lines are running wild as well.. Yes a wild thing would be thing to be.

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  11. Snakypoet (Rosemary Nissen-Wade)

     /  February 3, 2016

    Oh, that’s a very nice fantasy!

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  12. I love this apperciation of the wild. It is so sensitive and beautiful and inspired me to follow up the prompt!

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  13. That sounds positively heavenly!

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  14. Sounds like heaven to me.

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  15. Beautifully expressed love of the wild. So true, nature has no self pity, or desire for excess.

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  16. know I am
    free to come and go,….There is a prayer, I think of St. Basil for animals – it basically says to understand that creatures also love the sweetness of life and complain not of their plight. I always loved that. I don’t want to return, one life is enough. But a wild thing would be nice if that is the way it is in the ends. I too played horses and ran and neighed, pranced, jumped barriers…that would be a nice thing. Or a body of water….I would like that the best. Love this poem.

    to just be me

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  17. I love that prayer too…thanks for sharing. I do believe that animals find joy in their lives and unlike humans don’t bitch and moan when their lives get rough. We can learn a lot from their example. I don’t need to return either… Loved that game of galloping, neighing horses…haha! Thanks for your support, Toni, I appreciate it. :~)

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  18. Such an honest calm beauty resides here. Thank you.

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  19. Oh.. so free and wild
    to be human is
    what i chose
    to come
    back as
    now.. breaKinG
    bricks layer by layer
    oF domesticated
    human aLL
    aWay
    finding
    furry core of me..
    briGht eYed and
    bushy taLed
    once
    aGaIN..
    and yes.. reTiring..
    paying the mortgage
    and car off last week..
    seaLed the Free
    and Wild deal
    of me
    once
    aGain..
    iK inK of paws
    LiOns Free..:)

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