The first step into a hundred mile wild
sets you trembling like a child.
It's a pathless place that pulls you along.
Look back - the way you came is gone.
It's gone.
The first breath into a hundred mile wild
sings with the smoke of a thousand fires
drifting dark from the bridges you've burned.
The wildfire wind, it never turns.
Never turns.
The first day into a hundred mile wild
you take bones for bit and bridle.
The spurs that shred your skin are your own.
You bleed the lie that you're not alone.
Bleed alone.
The first night into a hundred mile wild
the constellations gather round
to whisper back all the wishes you made
on falling stars you couldn't save.
Couldn't save.
The other side of a hundred mile wild
is the missing verses of the Bible,
the lover you can't live without,
the sermon come down from the mount.
Come down.
It's the only way out.
For Hannah's prompt at Real Toads
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
13 comments:
I especially like these two lines:
"you take bones for bit and bridle."
"You bleed the lie that you're not alone."
Wow, you always write such incredible stuff. I really loved this stanza
"The first day into a hundred mile wild
you take bones for bit and bridle.
The spurs that shred your skin are your own.
You bleed the lie that you're not alone.
Bleed alone".
Powerful stuff.
A powerful one indeed, MZ! You are definitely more than good!! Have a great Labor Day weekend! Enjoy!
Standing ovation! Simply put, one of the best things I've read - here I can see the process and marvel at the end result that goes beyond form and diction to expression of feeling.
Damn that's good. Better than good. Stanzas 3 and 4 knocked me out.
Love!
I long to complete my journey through the wild mountains. After stepping, breathing, and days and nights of kicking myself and losing, I want to come down to Love, to Blessings and to Wisdom.
your fourth stanza is so lovely... sigh.
I think life is a journey filled with bridges burned, and falling stars you couldn't save.. but yet, as long as there are constellations leading you ahead.. yes that's where we are heading.. I just watched a film called Meek's cutoff.. Your poem could be written right from that script..
I love the repeated phrase at the end of each stanza, the underlining of the message.....especially love the smoke of a thousand fires from the bridges burned......"the wildfire wind, it never turns".....Love the title, loved the poem - an especially fantastic write, kiddo.
GOOSEBUMPS!
Mama Zen, every hair on my arms are standing!! Your last two stanzas rock my world! Thank you so much for writing to this challenge today! ♥
I love the form of this
the epistrophes
the slant rhymes
Cheers!
JzB
Beautiful..I am a bit speechless from reading this.
Sing those missing verses, MZ. You know what? Two nights ago, I dreamed that you had landed a gig singing for car commercials. Not about the cars themselves, but background stuff about the open road, etcetera. You still had the chops, girl. You were flying to Toronto and Chicago and L.A. for appearances and promos and stuff, and i was bummed cos you were always busy. Oh baby you're a star!
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