Re-posted for Poets United: Poetry Pantry #337
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In honor of the Women’s March yesterday. I only wish I could have been there.
For NaPoWriMo: Day 5
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Wild Woman Speaks
I don’t care what you say anymore…
There was a time when
I did. So long ago, even memories
have grown long thick fur
for warmth and needed protection.
Hibernation is long behind me.
I seek the sweet things in life,
like honey and sun dappled paths.
Curving myself around wild
scent of my own inner truths.
Carving future’s way, without
pause, by making choices I
alone can live with.
You never really knew me. Never
wanted to take the time to do so,
because your opinion just could
not be wrong.
But, I will admit, you might have
been right about two things. I am
a dreamer, now seeing those crazy
ideas to final fruition. And I am
a whole lot more wild than you could
have ever imagined.
Elizabeth Crawford 4/5/16
Notes: The prompt for today was to take a line from Billy Joel’s song My Life and use it as the title or first line of a poem. I knew immediately which line I wanted to choose. But then, as I started writing, a chat I had with Sherry at Poets United seemed to lend its energy and I ended up with something I wasn’t thinking of at all. I love those happy accidents when they occur. And thanks Sherry, this one is for both of us.
The image is a line weave drawing in pen and ink, done a few years ago. I’ve most often thought of it as a self-portrait. Me dancing wildly with words and colors. The chat with Sherry will be posted near the end of the month at Poets United. The Billy Joel song may be found here:
Soul's Music 
This is my favorite of yours for the month thus far, Elizabeth. May the confidence and warrior spirit of your wild woman always push you forward. I love this piece, and will read it again, promptly. Thanks for being here, and for honestly sharing pieces of you. You wild woman. So glad you speak.
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O!M!G! Word for word, you have spoken my very thoughts and feelings. I love the memories that have grown long fur for protection………..I am living with a relative who says I am “thinking of the dream, not the reality”. Damn right I am! And “you never really knew me” applies in this case too. FANTASTIC poem, my friend and fellow wild woman and I am thinking this poem needs to go at the end of our chat – what do you think?
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Riveting ink!!! Your drawing is amazing and I love how your wildness still shines through! It glows well. 🙂
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This feels very freeing.
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Love it — and can learn from it. Thank you.
I especially enjoyed the way these words felt in my mouth, so to speak…
Curving myself around wild
scent of my own inner truths.
Carving future’s way, without
pause…
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I especially like the finale of the poem.
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Of course I love this poem, especially pertinent after yesterday’s wonderful marching of wild and pissed off women. Wasnt it just the best? I love that we still dream and remain wild.
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Wonderfully liberating write!
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YES !!! Keep going. Being right on a thing or two does not mean a right to boss around.
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This is a fantastic poem. It gets better as it goes along toward that powerful ending.
I love this:
“even memories
have grown long thick fur”
And this:
“Hibernation is long behind me.
I seek the sweet things in life,
like honey …
Curving myself around wild”
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I love this beautiful and inspiring write!
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And I am
a whole lot more wild than you could
have ever imagined….keep speaking wild woman!!
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The end lines are so striking – it gives hope..to one day take hold and embrace our differences – our own wildnesses
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Than, let us go together. None of us is alone.
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