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Allendaw-Dew-Daw
Stroked...
I-There-Now-No,
Another... And!
-Gray Squirrel
12-31-2025
This smile isn’t just a show,
it holds stories of silent roads,
walked with grace.
There’s calm in the eyes,
but the heart does carry waves.
Every glance tells of moments lived,
not just days.
No drama, no show,
just the quiet strength of a soul
that has learned to glow.
©Chitra Arun
A jaunt into the mouth of feral woods
to grow the most intimate connection.
Eldritch whispers through the trees,
let’s scare the boys with our smile.
To grow the most intimate connection,
fall upon the sword of a diamond mess.
Let’s scare the boys with our smile,
cat-calling and out of control tweaking.
Fall upon the sword of a diamond mess,
crystals just sparkle brighter broken.
Cat-calling and out of control tweaking,
this will be an hour to remember.
Crystals just sparkle brighter broken,
imperfection magnifies the prism.
This will be an hour to remember,
buckle up and get ready to ride.
Imperfection magnifies the prism,
eldritch whispers through the trees.
Buckle up and get ready to ride,
a jaunt into the mouth of feral woods.
enticing bouquet of canopy above my head
AP: Honorable Mention 2026
I'm the flicker, the flame, the spark when you can't see,
I'm the moonlight in the dark, a mystery.
I'm the rustling in the leaves, the breeze and the trees,
And maybe the wolf's howl on the wind whispers, "That's me."
A long, drawn-out sound, both wild and free.
My roots run deep, a Cherokee decree,
And when I stomp the earth, its strength flows into me.
The river flows onward, a path my spirit knows.
Where in its cool depths my true reflection shows.
I don't know if I'm the beautiful wolf or the woman,
Yet, I know I have them both running through my veins.
when symbols are fraught
peace is a dirty bird~
once upon a dove
***
suppose day left you the raise
gliding forever
a dove, within, a third plight
your time, spending
outside of that table
leaned against your cold
your coldest spots you sold
in your corner i declare
suppose mourns built behind
introverted instruction
to difficult to overcome
we shift in limits
in my corner i dared
mixtures inside sounds
scripts letting fly
now i walk myself
more marching, more violations
railroad maps and pain
to thee i am west
heading south, fleeing north
missing the east?
The golden horizon can be feral
erupting a sky of turquoise blue;
It reflects the peace of the hippie;
Fly vagabond cat’s such a hippie;
Wild grin is overwhelming and feral,
a lit match in eyes that twinkle blue;
Low growl reverberates through blue,
an electric charge for this hippie;
He came a long way but still feral;
That sly kitty is a feral blue hippie.
Wild berries and poison ivy wrap me,
warding off trespassers with their armor;
So toxic the taste will guard gingerly,
a virulent warning doused in glamour;
Maybe you should read the full disclosure;
Heed the warning or wind up getting hurt,
don’t make the mistake of trying to flirt;
You may get caught up in their appearance
stay mindful of not being an expert;
Feral beauty warns you maintain distance.
Protective barbed wire
pricking with it’s touch;
Blood just rushed from
the lock on your heart;
Penalized necklace;
Scratches so deep,
there’s no way back;
Feral feelings,
aortic slice;
It’s heavy,
a burden
in silence;
Let go,
embrace
love.
I wander through a minefield
Of feral thought
Ever alert
For the slightest hint
Of hidden prey
Trembling thoughts
Shamed in their youth
Cowering
Beneath dried roots
A shadow
Out of sync with the sun
Daring to peek elsewhere
A flower leaning into the wind
Refusing to yield
A defiant tumble weed
Standing its ground
Stealthily, I tease them
Into an awareness
Of now
Invite them to share
With me
Their secrets
Not in an attempt
To domesticate them
But to learn to cherish
Their tenacity and strength
Their belief in themselves
Offer to share them
Without exposing their whereabouts
To honor the sanctity of their choice.
I choose to eat outside because it's cataclysmic in there.
In the cafeteria, where they perch on plastic chairs.
Chirping away in flock hysteria.
Frantically peck-pecking away the crumbs
All of them are slowly going deaf -n- dumb.
They'll flitter off, gullets filled with gossip and shop talk.
To play solitaire on filthy keys.
I choose to roam outside their hellish squares.
Trying to stay off my knees whenever possible.
I choose to eat outside the burning carousel.
I fear that I might be going feral.
Blatant display
of weaponry
on Republic day,
perhaps tradition,
invoking pride
and patriotism
but somehow I feel,
such muscle flexing,
crass and vulgar,
is best avoided
by all regimes
who so flaunt
aggressive intent
but there’s a vote bank,
that looks forward
to fanning fires
and so the monarch
goes with the script
which is proven
to keep him
and his cronies
in power.
Prancing through the sea
I play in the tide,
carefree and viral;
Internal compass,
no net ensnares me;
Dancing my way
unique gestures;
In sync currents,
I’ll never lose;
Sweet soft steps,
a swan dive
all at once;
Feral
daydreams
glide.
Born feline and left forever free to run;
Try but they’ll never be domesticated;
Feral life filled with unequivocal absolution.
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