WFSC Creative Writing Facilitators Mike Deregowski and Kelsey Hoople challenge you to participate in national poetry month. 1 poem per day for 30 days with no working ahead. 😉
Overall theme 'The Great Escape'.
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Day 16 | April 16th | Wild Village
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16. Wild Village
Set back amongst the hills of green
A settlement of sorts, it seems
They sustain themselves without need
It appears they are immune to greed.
Perspective clouds our better judgment
Thinking something wrong without advancement
How can they possibly survive today?
Lacking conveniences to smooth the way.
Not knowing and to assume, short-sighted
Because they’re different makes us frightened
It is not ignorance that draws us near,
In fact, well-meaning is consumed by fear.
Leave alone what you do not know
If help is required, they will let you know
Too often invasion, intrusion, and pillage
Destroy safety thought of as a wild village.
(c) Linda J. Pedley 04-19-2020
Wild Village
As they sleep
They’re surrounded
When they eat
They’re surrounded
When they wake
In the sun they bake
They’re surrounded
Beyond they’re village
They’re surrounded
Never knowing if they’ll be pillaged
They’re surrounded
Carnivores hunt
They’re surrounded
They do not confront
They’re surrounded
Herbivores graze
They’re surrounded
For them it does not faze
They’re surrounded
That’s their life
They’re surrounded
Learned to live with the strife
They’re surrounded
Life in the wild
They’re surrounded
Accustomed to it, grown from a child
They’re surrounded
Animal and man
They’re surrounded
Living together the only way they can
They’re surrounded
Occasionally the two shall meet
They’re surrounded
In the African heat
They’re surrounded
In the circle of life
We’re all surrounded
Wild Village
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I walk here, amongst the crass and the crow,
Down streets dusted and littered,
Avenues of cracked sidewalk that grasses grow;
Amidst the wild and raucous, I’ve wandered,
Through a world of plenty, but lacking in so much
Character of the person it makes my stomach churn;
Between these shadows and cobwebs, behind nose-wrinkled-stench,
You can find me and learn.
Learn the ways of this place we can’t define,
This wild village of miscreant and clown;
Don’t worry, there is no point at which to deny
That the darkness and the misbegotten draw you down,
Into this place the rest of the world refuses
To recognize for the beauty that defines,
The neon-lit nights of this wild…