Looking at Life through the Eyes of a Wild Poet

A former colleague and friend’s poem of Facebook inspired me to respond with this poem to comment back to him. We both taught English Language Arts. He dealt with mostly American Lit while I taught British Lit. They do, indeed, intersect at times.

We both enjoyed the content of our courses, and we enthusiastically shared our joy with our students. We have both semi-retired and write now. I am grateful to have such a friend.

Thanks, Clarry!

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Wild Poets

Darkness leads the Wild Poet; the

Storyteller uses darkness. The

Poet senses, defines the beauties of shadows in darkness, the infinite

Value of seekers, trees, and creatures casting the shadows.

Wild Poets sing the shadows of Pine and Oak; they

Share the substance of Hawk, Owl, and what others once knew. The

Wild Poet still knows the magic.

What spirit wind blows now? A

Swirl of dried oak leaves and the

Whistle of a hawk, and the

Shadow plays its way into the darkness once again.

Little matter, though. The

Wild Poet summons shadows in the darkness at will,

Captures their essence in words of Life Energy.