The wild never

The wild never

A Poem by Eilis

The sky does not understand 
never. Its glassy blue body 
is an illusion hanging over everything. 

I can not shake it. And. 
Why would I want to. Except 
for the way it never, it never

disappears. Sometimes I fool myself. 
I believed the trees 
would not turn this autumn. That 

the weather had stolen the alteration 
and left instead just 
the crisp brown of dying. But here 

they are now, an apothecary 
of crimson hearts and stars 
dangling over every landmark 

my eyes can touch. I had almost 
managed to forget the way it felt 
to be plunged through by wildness. 

But here I am again: a forest
sized ache, waiting to be 
swallowed by that wild/     never-sky

© 2020 Eilis


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This was very different from most things I read about nature; even different from a personal perspective of a self-proclaimed transcendentalist. I enjoyed the different view. I was reminded of a song (I always am) by country singer Leeann Womack titled, "I Hope You Dance" and a line contained in it where she says, "I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean". I think that natural wonder and awe is a good thing to maintain as well. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Eilis

1 Week Ago

Thank you for the kind words, Fabian. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.



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Very abstract. I like the idea of eternity in the sky. Nice.

Posted 2 Weeks Ago


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Eilis

1 Week Ago

Thanks again, Matthew!
Fabulous - this is the real stuff. Exceptional ✨️✨️✨️✨️✨️

Posted 1 Month Ago


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Eilis

1 Week Ago

Thank you for reading!
Oh where has dear Eils gone did she get swallowed? me hopes not! I was cleaning out some of my old poems and came across one of your old reviews and found this:) Well im hoping you are well and still dipping your ink in the well with your wild whiles

Posted 3 Months Ago


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Eilis

1 Week Ago

Hi, Robert. Belated thanks for your visit. I hope you are well there.
This was very different from most things I read about nature; even different from a personal perspective of a self-proclaimed transcendentalist. I enjoyed the different view. I was reminded of a song (I always am) by country singer Leeann Womack titled, "I Hope You Dance" and a line contained in it where she says, "I hope you still feel small when you stand beside the ocean". I think that natural wonder and awe is a good thing to maintain as well. I enjoyed the read.

Posted 3 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

1 Week Ago

Thank you for the kind words, Fabian. I’m glad you enjoyed the poem.
Can relate to the word "forest sized ache" so much that it's so sad. Love the piece.

Posted 5 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

1 Week Ago

Thank you, Fairy!
I have always spent far too much time looking up into the sky... I am a dreamer too... It is always changing and I can always find something to ponder up there in this sky of ours. Yes, it is a "never-sky", never ending, never without some gift, never ever tame. Yes! Loving this line of thought.

Thank you for sharing this write,

David

Posted 6 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

6 Months Ago

Hi, David. Thank you for your kind comment. I like what you see in the poem. Nature is never fully t.. read more
Ioved the absolute, plangent tone of these stanzas, with the word Never studding them like a dismal leitmotif - shades of Poe's nevermore. Fresh formula like the crisp brown of dying indicate that this I/eye is ever alert. While the words that precede crimson hearts tell us that this speaker is not going to be satisfied by cliche.The desire to be absorbed into nature is commonplace, and the failure to do so almost inevitable for a consciousness of such alertness and creativity.

Posted 8 Months Ago


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Eilis

8 Months Ago

Thanks for such a lovely and astute comment, John. I appreciate you reading with attention and your .. read more
Sometimes i look up to sky just wanna dissapear in its blue infinity
I love your poem
You captured it well


Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

9 Months Ago

Hi, Julie. I loved what you had to say. Thank you for reading.
I love the forest size ache. Ive felt like that it times. I felt darkness reading this alone with appreciation. I enjoyed this.

Posted 10 Months Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Eilis

9 Months Ago

Hi, Ranger. Sorry for the delayed response. I have been away from the site. Thank you for reading. I.. read more
The notion that the natural forces of this universe are beyond the understanding of such small beings as ourselves, that we can only watch passively and wait for whatever is thrown at us is...this I often feel. It is an illusion, bordering on narcissism that we have any real control. You likely know that some physicists and philosophers have reached the common conclusion that we are part of some grand simulation, and yet I retain just enough self-awareness to react with an empty pit in my stomach when such a thought crosses my mind.

Posted 11 Months Ago


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Eilis

11 Months Ago

It is a bit too twisty for me to think about, yes. It’s like thinking of ourselves as characters i.. read more

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