John Lawless Poet Verse

A Feral Mind

A Feral Mind


He had never cared for the herd instinct
drifting toward the forewarned edges
gazing into the eyes of freedom.

Gnawing on the gnarled tufts of generations
following the same rutted paths
shunned by those who thought him “troubled”.

He loathed the domestication of the herd
its mindless mindfulness of rhetoric’s creed
“the herd is more important than your need”.

He asked the wise old owl: “WHY?”
The owl answered only: “WHO?”
His mind, gone feral, knew he knew.

©7/30/2018

for the Feral Poetry Contest

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Daniel Turner July 31, 2018 at 2:00 PM I think at some point we all hear the "call of the wild". Some seek it, others shun it. Great write, John. I really like this one:) John Lawless August 1, 2018 at 3:31 PM Yeah, Daniel, I've been following that call through the canyons of my mind for decades....Thanks for stopping by...

Caren Krutsinger July 31, 2018 at 1:52 PM I was instantly captivated by this, and the last line brought it all together with an "end of the symphony and we all knew it" kind of feeling. John Lawless August 1, 2018 at 3:30 PM ...and the "very large lady with the really good voice" sang. Thanks for stopping to read and comment Caren