Embrace the wild within
Nurture it as a seed planted
In the shallow loam of your breast
Rain upon it soft
Drench it with morning sun
Cloak it with evening dew
Ring out the bells that hang
From your finger tips
Proclaim gladness
At the bursting forth of its first
Courageous shoot
Tend it with ripening jealousy
Plucking off runners that lean
Toward thoughts of pain
Seeking pity
For strong will be the soul
That is wild within
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An active blessing, with lines instigated by verbs. A wild and luscious blessing! You, Jill, are very becoming of the wild child! Continue so!
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Highest of compliments!
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I like the nurturing that leads to the strength of the wild within.
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It must be carefully cultivated lest we grow up 😉
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ahh…the wildness seeps through every syllable of this earthed blessing. Thanks.
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embracing the wild within is such a powerful statement, I think we suppress so much of our inner child afraid of being judged by others. you blend nature and emotions beautifully Jilly!
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Never grow up and never grow tame 🙂
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That’s really, really cool! A wild soul is also a creative thing, since it’s not harnessed to expectations
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Brilliant insight!
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Yes, you had one of those inspired moments
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(sigh) – YOU had a brilliant insight. Thanks for making me smile 😉
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So good! Those last five lines went straight to my heart. Thank you.
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I aimed those last few lines at myself, but glad they pinballed around the pub a bit, too!
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strong will be the soul
That is wild within
and
Ring out the bells that hang
From your finger tips
resonate with me.
Wish there weren’t so many lion tamers!
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Let us roar in the face of them all!
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Nature is the theme close to my heart, so your poem resonated with me ~ These are my favorite lines:
At the bursting forth of its first
Courageous shoot
Tend it with ripening jealousy
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Thank you! I spent this last school year in a classroom with no windows – nearly died. Have windows starting in August. I go so far as to talk with that bold little gnat that circles my wine glass – bet you get that!
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Love the call to be wild… we need such wonderful actions.
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That was so inspiring to read and very beautiful!
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To keep a wild soul, that’s the key. Funny isn’t it, that none of us have wished for better smart phones?
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🙂 Good point!
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🙂
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Wisely written. We must nurture the wild within, lest it be lost in peer pressure and what others might think!
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Embrace the wild within! Love it!!
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Love this and how you use the seed metaphor to express it so perfectly:
Nurture it as a seed planted
In the shallow loam of your breast
Rain upon it soft
Drench it with morning sun
Cloak it with evening dew
Fear begone!
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Thanks, Victoria! I value your feedback.
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Before blogging, I used to wonder where in the world you wild-hearted people were. Glad I’ve survived the mundane for so many years!
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Hooray! Pass it on to your children, Colin. My great-grandmother had a parenting philosophy that has been handed down 4 genreations; ‘You have to say No so often, why not say Yes when you can?’ Mom taught me spontaneity. Glad you are here in the wild world of writing!
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Interesting. The only 4-generation moral which I’m aware of is “do not gamble”: poor old great-grandpa, who was a bonded labourer in 19th-century California, lost a hefty fortune overnight. We can do wild, as long as it doesn’t betray our Hakka’s virtues of frugality!
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Stories of our past; wonderful things!
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