moon into subconscious wilderness

Into Subconscious wilderness

He knew he was of the wild.

Never told anybody,

Not to his mother, in dream.

Not to the girl from town

Who once said him, crazy child!

At heart he knew he was wild.

When moon of blood shone on

The porch of his residence

He impelled to drink the dark

Greens and deep jungle of truth.

Like a sharp tooth moonshine fell

On entire world of sanity.

He knew someday he had to

Run away into deep deep

Wilderness that lied beneath

Our day and night of minds.

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Alison H. Feb 12, 2008, 1:18am EST

Wow, that is very potent imagery. I think that is an archetypal dream for many of us. My sons have talked about this; living on their own in the wilderness. I believe I had the same feelings when young....like wanting to live in the old way in nature, kind of like a fairytale. Our society has everything planned out for us in squares and grids and concrete and metal, but we dream of a more natural way to live.

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Alison H. Feb 12, 2008, 1:19am EST

Great poem, Poddar!

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KC Klein Feb 12, 2008, 2:47am EST

Nicely done, drawing lines, who we project to be; who we are.

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Jennine D. Feb 12, 2008, 2:48am EST

Interesting and I know the feeling. I have often run off into the green wilderness in the moonlight which sits out my back door.

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Chuck M. Feb 12, 2008, 4:44am EST

Nice!

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René Allen Feb 12, 2008, 8:06am EST

The last line is the one that captures this poem for me, Poddar . . .

Our day and night of minds.

Very nice.

Blessings ~
Rene A.

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Carole S. Feb 12, 2008, 9:57am EST

Nice analogy...but my vision was of vampires.

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Granny Janny H. Feb 12, 2008, 11:27am EST

wonderful clarity, Poddar. This is a favorite of mine.

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Granny Janny H. Feb 12, 2008, 11:31am EST

Read it again. Question of your last line's intent. Did the wilderness not tell the truth(as in lied) or does the wilderness lay in waiting beneath our day and night of minds?

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