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Wild is the Way of Wonder | Poem
By Ammie-Marie Littke
On Tuesday, February 1, 2022 @ 9:45 pm
Nad horyzontem przedziera się burza...
As the birds fly high, away
The sky embers a darkened gray
Swirling around are dismembered leaves
A storm looms on the horizon, I see
A fury of wind cascades across the land
Tossing and turning, it takes hold of my hand
Leading me down a path unknown
To a place where the wild can truly roam
The wind whips and howls, a symphony of sound
A reminder that the world is never truly bound
And as I follow where it leads me to
I discover that the wild is the way of truth
With every gust, I feel alive
And I know that I will survive
For the wind is my guide, my friend
Leading me to the journey’s end
And as the wind calms, I stand and ponder
This journey of wonder and splendor
And I know that I will always cherish
The wild is the way of freedom and passion
I stand steadfast and strong
With the rain pouring all day long
For I know that this is where I belong
Where the wild is the way of wonder and love
And in the midst of the storm’s embrace
I find my peace and my grace
While the wind, the rain, and thunder embrace
Ever a reminder the wild is where I find my place
And as the storm begins to subside
And the skies clear, I am filled with pride
For I have braved the elements, I have not hide
Amongst the moon and stars, my heart resides
And so I stand, unbroken and free
With the wind at my back and the rain on my skin
For the wild is the way of wonder
And I am ever wild within
ABOUT THIS WORK
This poem was a joint collaboration with an old friend, who started the poem but left it unfinished. They built the foundation and I built the house, so to speak.
The intention for the work was slightly different than what it became, but nevertheless meaningful.
Their original words were:
The birds fly away
The sky grows dark and grey
Scattering past goes small debris
A storm is on the horizon, I see
And then the wind starts coming in
Building and building
'til it feels as it if's scaring away my sin
Yet, I stand fighting
Never wavering, I can't give in
Next is the torrential rain
Hitting like tiny knives of ice, making sure I know pain
Leaves shake as the trees quake
... and then we built this city on rock 'n roll.
Hey! I'm Ammie-Marie.
