Wild Woods

You are wilderness to me.
Wild woods growing unshaken with disbelief.
Lazy heart teaching circles of defeat.
You are forsaken pleasure.
Mingled pages numbered backwards
like falling bricks from a tree.
Pushing hands that grab
into the picture frame,
pulling out images that displease.
You are victim and criminal.
Each garment fitting as casually
as a finger smashed by a book.
Verbs that roll out like wheels
in the damp soil of the mud.
Mingle the urine with the blood,
this to make your eucharist.
This to create your ritual.
You are a symbol to me.
A broken nail in a hand
that has held the fire of love
as it ached to be released.

You are dismissed.

Reviews

[Frank James Davis]

Sounds like a terribly sad, mentally imprisoned person whose stifling and infuriating company you can no longer abide.
An image-rich, strongly lyrical, heavy-in-perceptions piece, which both shocks and delights--mostly, shocks.
An intriguing read, Chris.

[J. J. Nightingale]

Whew .. and Wow ...

Jazzy ............

[Thrinna Mae]

"A broken nail in a hand
that has held the fire of love
as it ached to be released."
Aw...Really great poem...

[Chris Taylor]

Powerful, wonderful poem. I am in total love of this one. I was mesmerized by the line:"Mingled pages numbered backwards". That line is very original and I haven't heard anything like it, anywhere. So, kudos to you for that one. A very fine, high level of poetry here. I am a little jealous of this one. A joy to read.

[Audrey Howitt]

Interesting read Chris. Shockingly apt images, brutally so. Well done.

[Morrigan Nicole]

beautiful. simply that

[Brenda:)]

i like thw ords in this poem it kind of ends sad but i feel the hurt this person did amzing !:)

[Shep]

Very strong and engaging the words tell story of life. Nicely done.

[Cascara (aka Sprint Goe..]

So many good uses of figurative language are all over this short poem!

[Kenneth S.]

Reminds me of a Catholic taking things a bit too seriously, like to a zealous extreme. Nice work, Chris.

[realmwriter]

Sounds to me like a caged person. Condemend to stare out of the window oh his own home in fear of what lies outside that window. In fear that if he steps one foot outside the door some bad omen will befall him and he would be no more. What a sad lamenting write, very expressive of a tortured soul... Well done Chris...!