I want to strut with crows,
stomp and kick the rows
of neatly turned furrows
in a field freshly harrowed.
I want to scribble and scrawl on
geometric shapes with crayons
of ploughed-brown, corn-green
and yellow oil-seed rape.
Bring on the vivid hues
so we can fly among the blues
and splash inky shadows
on the landscape.
Kim M. Russell, 2018
My response to dVerse Poets Pub Tuesday Poetics: Let’s Get Wild! also linked to Imaginary Garden with Real Toads Tuesday Platform
Our host this Tuesday is Jill who asks us what Maurice Sendek, John Muir, Henry David Thoreau and Chris McCandless all have in common. The answer is a sense of the Wild: the wild within us and around us; the wild that many of us abandon for ‘normal’ lives. Jill says that poets and children know about Wild and has shared some ‘wild’ quotations with us. One, including picture, is from Where the Wild Things Are by Maurice Sendak, a book my daughter and I loved to read when she was little.
Jill says that our hearts, souls, our very being, long for something of the wild, so let’s explore that wildness and write poems that express how we respond to the wild.
Oh I love the crows and crayons… what a playful wildness in your words… and the wonderful rhymes that enhances it…
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Thank you, Bjorn!
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Aw! You went with crows – I love that! Fly among the blues / splash inky shadows – perfect!!
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Thank you, Jill! We don’t have any eagles here and the wildest birds I get in my garden are crows and magpies – the pigeons and pheasants just make me smile!
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So fun! There was a sense of wild abandon in this, Kim. Makes me want to go bring out the finger paint!
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🙂
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I love the strutting with crows. I can see it now. I may need to pull out my stubby crayons and do some coloring. And the rolling around in freshly ploughed furrows. I love the feel if soft cool soil beneath my feet. I loved this write with all its playfulness.
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Thanks Toni. If you can’t find your crayons, pencils or felt tip pens will do!
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Your last stanza is stunning!
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Thank you, Jo!
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I love- ‘and splash inky shadows on the landscape.’ Wonderful Kim!
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Thank you, Linda!
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You had me with crows. I talk to them… and some deign to respond. They are smart enough, and smug enough to know that they don’t have to.
I love “I want to scribble and scrawl on / geometric shapes with crayons.” Our wild natures coming out in our desire to go outside the lines.
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I once knew someone who had a pet crow. He rescued it, reared it and it just kept coming back to sit on his shoulder or head! I’d love one myself, but prefer to see them flying free.
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Me too! Crows are far too intelligent to spend much time watching over humans.
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Fantabulous scenes of Awesomeness. 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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Thank you, Dorna! I love how birds are wild and free. 🙂
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kaykuala
so we can fly among the blues
and splash inky shadows
on the landscape.
Being wild and in full abandon to experience the good things in life. Yes Kim, why not?
Hank
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Thanks Hank!
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Great!
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I absolutely adore the first stanza, the musicality of it. The way it makes me feel like standing up, chanting the words and strutting.
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Thank you, Magaly.
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the colors you painted with your words are screaming wild. epic poetry!
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Thank you!
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you’re welcome!
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Loving the wild abandon here, Kim!
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Thanks Viv!
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🙂
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…oh yes! Splash inky shadows ….scribble and scrabble…strut….oh wouldn’t it be wonderful to just let loose and crow? Love this and love the illustration!
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I;m delighted you like it, Lill!
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I love your crows, Love every word! xoxo
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Thank you, Annell!
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Nice use of inky shadows in the last stanza.
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Thank you, Frank!
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I *adore* the playfulness here, and the determined rebellious streak that knows play can be serious business.
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Thank you, Rommy!
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You murder me with this poem! (I had to say it! :)) Now, I have to find my crayons and sketch the inky shadows cast upon my beach.
Cheers,
Mark
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Thank you, Mark!
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Loving that last stanza!
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Thank you, Diana!
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FeRaL CRows
OCeaN WHOlE
HumaN.. WiLD
LoVinG WinGS
STanDinG TaLL
SavanNaH LioN
STronG NeveR
FeaR
ALwayS
LoVE
KiSSinG
LiFE NoW aS
WiLL’s GRace
oF LoVE ALiVE
WoLFReEDaNCESinGS..:)
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🙂 I used to love watching Will and Grace – very funny!
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Yes! i Did too..
Haven’t caught
The new show
Yet..:)
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