By Feral

Panther's roar and jackle's purr,
hodgepodge burrs of festered rage.
Crags that scream in lion'd thrall,
peaks indulge in mountain grace.

Soil to stone: the grinding death.
Coyote moons, patient sand;
deserts stretching edge to edge.
Rockslide heaving heavy breath.

Primal freedom sabre'd tusk,
restless dreaming wakens kin.
Wolven shadow; hungered lust;
changeling's love, the darkest hunt.

Dawning star, exposing storm;
howling names and drinking rain.
Open self to wild pleasure,
sink beneath the thunder'd stream.

Contented buzzard nigh on high,
sunless gazing at the wind.
Fight or flight: the oldest call.
Reflection seeking muscled coil.

Eye of hunters lost in thought;
amber, green, and bluest grey.
Seeking {caught!} the highest call,
beckons sleep and slips away...


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© 2014 Alexis Helms
Published on Friday, July 10, 2015.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Vex the shadowbreaker On Wednesday, August 7, 2013, Vex the shadowbreaker (65)By person wrote:

    I really loved this. This really, & truly was a great write. It appeared to have lots of thought embedded into it, & I bet a great amount of time was spent here with thoughts being tossed around, processed & then put into the correct words. Nice, nice write....

  • tmanzano On Thursday, July 25, 2013, tmanzano (218)By person wrote:

    Sent deep into the mountains to smell, see, feel all the visuals, sounds, sights you have cast here. The great escape in written word. Thank you for the escape. Well done.

  • A former member wrote: There is a tornadic silence here, as if observing a desert storm from behind double glass. The primality of that which is nature eludes even the most one~with~it of humans. We cannot compare in beauty and cannot comprehend the meaning though we may try. In the end nature takes and gives to itself in the most obscure ways, but the meaning is the same. "Focused on the movements of the Wheel, union of stillness and change." (G.K.) It is focused only on itself...and that is where we go astray. With this i will have been touched by everything you have. i long for it not to end, and hope that it has not.

  • Alchemist On Friday, October 12, 2012, Alchemist (874)By person wrote:

    Cheetahs are my favorite big cats. This was bad ass.

  • Ortolan On Wednesday, August 29, 2012, Ortolan (263)By person wrote:

    I like this one too.Perfect rhythm...not a moment to think, this one just happened to me.It flowed through my eyes and out through my mind.This would make a great song.

  • FadedBlues On Sunday, June 10, 2012, FadedBlues (2973)By person wrote:

    ..lines of wisdom, ancient & brutal, grafted to the black wall...fierce predator & cowardly scavenger, guided by nature's prime directive...

  • Eisen On Sunday, May 27, 2012, Eisen (8)By person wrote:

    As a peasant may look upon a masterpiece without ever understanding the complexities therein, so too do I read this.

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