September 5, 2011

Of the Wild

And so here we are, at the comical downfall of yet another great imperial power.

My dear, the gods could place us underground among dirt balls and bad water and I would weep with gratitude to touch your face in the dark. I do not need to live as a big cat smelling your musk in my late summer mane to get high.

I get high by your side in any skin suit.

Twelve thousand years ago we watched the humans and wolves come together. Then we ambled over the cracked earth in our caravan. We had our own pride, our own healing tongues, the sun and each other.

We had no words, only the holy language of understanding everything was ours with each other, and nothing by ourselves in the dark.

I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after.

This clearing is ours because we are here.

My home is where you rub up against me.


Posted to Poetry Picnic on Gooseberry Island.

42 comments:

Brian Miller said...

very nice...really like the second half of this...the scratching in for those that come...leaving a legacy...the specialness of being granted that understanding...and stellar closing line...

Pat Hatt said...

Great write, really like the closing, as it's so true, that's all one really needs.

ayala said...

I love this!!!!! :)

Joanne said...

Awesome! I loved this! I especially loved that last line "My home is where you rub up against me"
Blessings, Joanne

P.S. Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog.

Marion said...

Deliciously yummy poem. I want to liquify it and shoot it straight into my veins. xo

L. Diane Wolfe said...

The rubbing against me part makes me think of my cats - although I don't think that was the intention.

Kim @ Stuff could... said...

I like the line, my home is where you rub up against me too!

darlin said...

This piece makes me yearn for a true love, one which exists in only fairy tales, the movies or in poetry. But I keep dreaming that someday I'll find this type of love, what's life without dreams?

Have a great day Ed.

oceangirl said...

I unfolded unto your words that breathed histories into my own untold stories. I slipped into reverie, again. Rats.

Claudia said...

oh ed..i absolutely fell in love with these lines...

I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after.

this is gorgeous...and leaves me tumbling breathless in the sky...

ladyfi said...

Powerful and lovely! Just like a lion...

Kerry O'Connor said...

If I say any more than this, I'll ruin the perfect moment you have just created in my mind.

Thank you.

seasideauthor said...

The entire timeline and your own modern life terrific film through my mind! Your past life and now life metaphorically speaking.Thanks.
Extremely well written.

Old Raven said...

If only ...
... you have written Eden.

My Inner Chick said...

"My home is where you rub up against me." --ed, i love love love this line :) x

Ed Pilolla said...

thanks so much for the sugar:)

marion, i want to swallow what you said whole.

darlin, there is a substantial amount of dreaming going on in this poem, for sure. i love the dynamic energy of a special love and i wanted to lace this poem with it.

lisa, sweet.

claudia, now i know how to tumble breathlessly through the sky, because you showed me with words.

Ed Pilolla said...

seasideauthor, it certainly wasn't air tight, but i thought looser still held a firm picture better. or hoped:)

Kim Nelson said...

oooh... romantic and sexy and magnetic, this.

Mama Zen said...

This is incredible.

Elisabeth Hirsch said...

You are so gifted! It's rare to find such amazing talent.

Laurie Kolp said...

Beautiful and romantic, Ed... I get high off of this! I love the ending, too.

Cindy Lou Who said...

You write so beautifully!

California Ink in Motion said...

We had no words, only the holy language of understanding everything was ours with each other, and nothing by ourselves in the dark.

*Sigh* This and all your poem is beautifully written.

shawnacymariekiker said...

mmmm... love in a world where time has run its course and looped back on itself. ageless and instinctual.

the unbearable beauty in the Truth of true equals.

i can't wait to read more...
so glad we've met.

Hilary said...

So beautifully written, Ed.

Madhulika said...

Great write up... Loved the way you ended it..!!
bright and beautiful :)

Heaven said...

I like smell, taste and texture of your writing. If about animals, you could have fooled me...

"My home is where you rub up against me. " Great imagery here~

She Writes said...

LOVE that final line. This was great one, Ed.

Evelyn said...

truly phenomenal...
"My dear, the gods could place us underground among dirt balls and bad water and I would weep with gratitude to touch your face in the dark. "
and also...
"I get high by your side in any skin suit."
funny, I dont often get the urge to write prose pieces and I did yesterday...then I read you today and here this brilliant piece is.

Kelley said...

"I did this for us and all who come after." gets the epic feel so well :)

krista said...

this reads like a dream. that little foggy space between awareness and imagination. reminds me of what falling in love feels like in the first place. beautiful.

Heather said...

Your words are beauty and emotion.

Wine and Words said...

"I am awake while you rest. I have scratched promises into the sky and marked this patch of earth with gouges, tonight and thousands of years ago. I did this for us and all who come after."

I am thinking, are you back? Has Dragonfly taken once more to air? Isn't it so personally greedy of me to want what I want. To want your mouth opened and the contents of your heart to spill? No more fictional colors and seasons. RAW ED. And yet even here...could be fiction. What the hell do I know. Ah but it was beautiful. I will watch the sky and gouged earth for answers.

Stephanie D said...

Nice! Had to read it twice. I enjoy your writing.
And thanks for your comments on my blog.

The Empress said...

You can't be weak to love, can you?

You have to be ferocious, and blind to everything else.

You have to live like you are timeless.

charleslmashburn said...

Awesome writing. Kept me wondering who you were; who she was; mysterious yet somehow comforting at the same time. Love it!

My entry this week: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/

The Cello Strings said...

your words are haunting and soothing.

love it.

have fun at poetry picnic.

the feeling lioness said...

what a nice blog here
do read some of my
things and sneeze
you're invited

Morning said...

stunning poetry.

glad to have you in.

Ann LeFlore said...

So wonderful I loved this
http://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/

Ed Pilolla said...

annie, i'd like to do a bunch of these kinds of pieces. i'm intending to. we'll see. my muses are so durn fickle:)

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so love your writing, all full of wolves and big cats and ancient times and forests. Wonderful writing. Your voice is unique - you speak in an ancient language that wakes up the collective unconscious, and starts the tom-toms thumping in the night. Wow. Going to go read some more. I think you need to write a book like this - it will make you rich!