Wild Words: Ferociously Nourishing Poetry

Wild Rose Goes for a Drive with God

4/30/2023

Aloha by Michael Zieve
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Wild Rose Goes for a Drive with God

But first, she takes a few slugs of absinthe.
The pale green thrill of it blazes in her throat.

God walks in just as she finishes her glass.
God finishes the bottle. Then he says,

Are you nervous? Wild Rose doesn't hesitate
to say, No way. I am ready for anything.

God says they're going for a spin.
Wild Rose doesn't care where. All she wants

is for God to show her a real good time. And
she is open to what that means. Here,

says God, as they arrive at the car,
climb in. He opens the driver's seat door for her.

She pours her long legs in. There's no brake, she sees.
No rearview mirror. No reverse. No safety belts.

A big back seat. Oh yeah, she says, and revs the engine.
The night smells like licorice, like sweat.

- Rosemerry Wahtola Trommer

Earth, Isn't This What You Want? (excerpt)

4/23/2023

Under Redwood by Michael Zieve
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Earth, isn’t this what you want? To arise in us, invisible?
Is it not your dream, to enter us so wholly
there’s nothing left outside us to see?
What, if not transformation
is your deepest purpose? Earth, my love,
I want it too. Believe me,
no more of your springtimes are needed
to win me over—even one flower
is more than enough. Before I was named
I belonged to you. I see no other law
but yours, and know I can trust
the death you will bring.

See, I live. On what?
Childhood and future are equally present.
Sheer abundance of being
floods my heart.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Ninth Duino Elegy
translation by Anita Burrows and Joanna Macy

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Earth, isn't this what you want: invisibly
to arise in us? Is it not your dream
to be some day invisible? Earth! Invisible!
What, if not transformation, is your insistent commission?
Earth, dear one, I will! Oh, believe it needs
not one more of your springtimes to win me over.
One, just one, is already too much for my blood.
From afar I'm utterly determined to be yours.
You were always right and your sacred revelation is the intimate death.

Behold, I'm alive. On what? Neither childhood nor future
grows less...surplus of existence
is welling up in my heart.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Ninth Duino Elegy
translation by C. F. MacIntyre

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Earth, isn’t this what you want: to arise within us,
invisible? Isn’t it your dream
to be wholly invisible someday? –O Earth: invisible
What, if not transformation, is your urgent command?
Earth, my dearest, I will. Oh believe me, you no longer
need your springtimes to win me over – one of them,
ah, even one, is already too much for my blood.
Unspeakably I have belonged to you, from the first.
You were always right, and your holiest inspiration
is our intimate companion, Death.

Look, I am living. On what? Neither childhood nor future
grows any smaller… Superabundant being
wells up in my heart.

- Rainer Maria Rilke, from The Ninth Duino Elegy
translation by Stephen Mitchell

The Stolen Child

4/16/2023

The Coming Mythos by Michael Zieve
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Where dips the rocky highland
Of Sleuth Wood in the lake,
There lies a leafy island
Where flapping herons wake
The drowsy water rats;
There we've hid our faery vats,
Full of berrys
And of reddest stolen cherries.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wave of moonlight glosses
The dim gray sands with light,
Far off by furthest Rosses
We foot it all the night,
Weaving olden dances
Mingling hands and mingling glances
Till the moon has taken flight;
To and fro we leap
And chase the frothy bubbles,
While the world is full of troubles
And anxious in its sleep.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Where the wandering water gushes
From the hills above Glen-Car,
In pools among the rushes
That scarce could bathe a star,
We seek for slumbering trout
And whispering in their ears
Give them unquiet dreams;
Leaning softly out
From ferns that drop their tears
Over the young streams.
Come away, O human child!
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than you can understand.

Away with us he's going,
The solemn-eyed:
He'll hear no more the lowing
Of the calves on the warm hillside
Or the kettle on the hob
Sing peace into his breast,
Or see the brown mice bob
Round and round the oatmeal chest.
For he comes, the human child,
To the waters and the wild
With a faery, hand in hand,
For the world's more full of weeping than he can understand.

- William Butler Yeats

Lie Around and Get Zonked Out

4/9/2023

Blessing Tree by Michael Zieve
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If we were smarter, it would have been enough
that just one great Prophet would have to make
a personal appearance on earth.

He or She probably could have easily fixed some
important things forever, written a book that
really gave us the total lowdown...and that no
right-wing fanatic dare edit.

God in human form, as some called the Avatar--
or World Teacher--seemingly could have easily
shown us some tasty herb cocktails

that could cure any illness humans would ever
know. But looks like it does not work that way.

And what of us mules who like the harness? What
would the workhorses in this world do without
some imaginary cause--or situation--we felt
needed to be championed, or scotch-taped?

Heaven forbid, everyone might become happy
doing basically nothing

except to lie around and get zonked out on the
wonder of our being.

- Hafiz, trans. by Daniel Ladinsky

Wild Tenderness

4/2/2023

In a Dark Wood by Michael Zieve
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There is a place in my heart
When I sink down and in
Where I am surprised to discover
I am already whole
My mind is suspicious
Yet it is undeniably true

There is a place in my heart
When I sink down and in
Where I discover my problems
Are not actually problems
But places of wild tenderness
Where I find myself again

When I sink down and in
When I slow down inside
When I trust enough
To melt

I find
I am only ever meeting
Myself

And this meeting
Is the truth
It is the secret desire
Inside all desires:

All I ever really wanted
Was me

- Maya Luna

Wild Rose Goes for a Drive with God

Earth, Isn't This What You Want? (excerpt)

The Stolen Child

Lie Around and Get Zonked Out

Wild Tenderness

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Wild Rose Goes for a Drive with God

Earth, Isn't This What You Want? (excerpt)

The Stolen Child

Lie Around and Get Zonked Out

Wild Tenderness

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