Iris Blade Poet Free verse

The Waning of the Wild

I can feel the alone 
Pressing on me
In this beautiful wild
I wait for it to speak
But beneath the rushing water
And painted canyons.
The once strung bow is now silent.
Polished pebbles have lost their shine.
The Mountain’s thrum has grown cold.
A breath of wind trembles.
The fireflys flicker
Light weaving in and out 
Like sparklers on the Fourth of July.
The jagged lines of sudden echos
In the shadowed canyons walls are reminiscent of
A slowing heartbeat.
Mine?
Or the Wild?

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Chris Green April 25, 2017 at 12:14 PM This was very cool. I like how you did this. I could see through your words and the scene was vast and quiet as if it were staring back at me. I love the questions at the end too. I can feel a serenity but also a loss so perhaps the answer could be both. Really nicely done. Iris Blade April 25, 2017 at 12:38 PM Thank you so much! This is the exact picture I was trying to paint. I wanted to show that nature is connected to us, and if nature fades, so do we.

Darren White April 22, 2017 at 3:02 AM This is a beautiful poem that deserves comments. I understand your wild, and everything in it that lives, and loses luster, and what that means.... Well written, Iris. Iris Blade April 23, 2017 at 1:40 PM Thank you so much! Unfortunately, I am not very popular on Poetry Soup yet, but I hope that will change! I'm glad you connected to this poem. In my minds eye, I wrote this poem standing on the edge of a cliff, becoming everything I saw.