Growl — a poem

 


You never joined the pack.
Why share the wildness?

The abandon
as you run through the wooded stands of life,
no trails,
random turn-asides –
the main thing is to avoid going
face-first into a tree.

That unbrushed,
uncombed,
unkempt look
is not a façade;
the outcome
of seldom settling,
always approaching
days, life, as a chase –
predator or hunted.

Why settle for less;
to be anything other than a feral friend?

Tell me when you come down off the high of traveling unfamiliar ground,
the territory of the unknown that quickens your pulse and your eye.

Tell me when you are ready to settle again
and we will gather, you and I,
and drink –
not staid liquor to soothe
our nerves, but fire-blended whiskey!

I know you won’t stay
for long.  But for a time
I will join you under a moon.

27 thoughts on “Growl — a poem

  1. There is so much in this poem, Charley. A character sketch and way off life and such images! I love the random turning-asides and avoiding the trees – reminds me of childhood. That closing line is perfect! So glad you joined in 🙂

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  2. kaykuala

    the main thing is to avoid going
    face-first into a tree.

    Being wild is a great potential for discoveries but one must be careful not to be caught in a mess at the end of the day. Great advice Charley!

    Hank

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  3. I like the fact that you realized that you and your feral friend will one day settle down. Great poem!
    Why settle for less;
    to be anything other than a feral friend?
    Dwight

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  4. Really great. “Face first into a tree” is a classic Charley line, and “to be anything other than a feral friend” is beautiful. And the last lines are a real invitation. Cask-strength bourbon anyone?

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  5. running free with your alter ego Charley was a real trip – the broken rhythm conjures a wild landscape and such restlessness in “the outcome
    of seldom settling,
    always approaching”
    Let’s bite the Bulleit!

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  6. “Tell me when you come down off the high of
    traveling unfamiliar ground
    the territory of the unknown that quickens your
    pulse and your eye.”
    I love the rhythm and rhyme and feel of this poem, I am not so sure your wolves will ever really settle, or when they do it is because life has tricked them to tell themselves that the other won’t stay long. The wildness is caught both in the mad chases and the dangerous risk that time under the moon may slide into another day, another cub, another week , or decades until they are caught, unsure if they will ever be able to be the chase again, so even settling is unknown, unsure, unpredictable- it is wild. I also love the growled greeting that gets the whole thang ka-toodelin along in the first place. Also, I need to lodge a complaint in that your wolf running around face first into things might have knocked over my friend, the tree. Tell them they really should be more careful. 🤷🏻‍♀️🙂

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    • I apologize for the delay in responding. Life has interceded.

      First, thank you for visiting my post! I’m glad you enjoyed Growl. I often take the prompts handed me and end up writing something on the bias, rather than assaulting it in direct fashion.

      Your trees are safe: the wolf has invested in GPS.

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