stealth
there’s always something creeping
through the cracks and crevasses
peeking out, peering in
whispering instruction
camouflage can only take you
so far into the forest
stillness is a temporary reprieve
your scent will always reveal
the truth of who you are
you can run and hide
bolt and fall
get up again and stare down
your predator
scream at the sun
for daring to shine
if you are wild enough
your strength will save you
May 17th, 2012 at 11:48 am
your scent will always reveal
the truth of who you are
haha…so true…smiles…
and if you are wild enough….oh i hope to achieve that for sure…very nice, really like the layers of meaning in this one…smiles.
May 17th, 2012 at 11:52 am
“there’s always something whispering instruction”…..well isn’t that the truth.
xo
May 17th, 2012 at 12:23 pm
we can hide, but the truth of who we are is not
hidden long.
in fondest, Tilda
May 17th, 2012 at 1:04 pm
This reminds me of the deer and elk in the yard (not the right word we don’t claim it – maybe forest circumscribing our home) they don’t see us as predators anymore just wild breathing things alongside them but strangely dependent on steel boxes. They probably feel sorry for us for being such poor runner/jumpers :). Always an exciting poetic adventure at your place.
May 17th, 2012 at 3:26 pm
Here’s to wildness, beautiful.
May 17th, 2012 at 5:27 pm
Nicely inspired piece based on the photo:) There is more than what meets the eye.
May 17th, 2012 at 9:24 pm
the truth of who we are. so very true. love. as always. love this.
May 18th, 2012 at 2:33 pm
As I told Streetlights, I haven’t stopped reading the words of of friends, just trying to piece myself together a little, and having trouble finding the words that can adequately express how awesome you guys are. You, as always, write the most beautiful words and can cause the creative juices to surge into me with your brilliant pieces. Thank you for being a friend.
May 18th, 2012 at 4:42 pm
i feed my neighbors dogs, and last night, there were mammalian sounds in the bushes (usually it’s toads) and it was not a cat…when i went back with a flashlight, it was gone…
when time races like a bullet
May 18th, 2012 at 7:14 pm
We are all so much stronger than we know, and that strength always in love and compassion — and if for ourselves first, there can be no predator.
All that enlightened jungle stuff having being said… 🙂
I LOVE that kitty!! Of course, not that I’m a cat person I do love them all.
And I LOVE Kelly’s poetry, Kelly YOU (not my daughter in this case…) 🙂 Still can’t believe the Universe has met me up with you. Life’s sooo good the the blogginghood.
have a stunningly sweet and poetic weekend, my buddie.
xoxo
May 18th, 2012 at 7:15 pm
Whoops, typo, that should read, of course….
NOW that I’m a cat person.
Which you probably figured out because not only are you a fabulous poetic photographer type, but failly smart in the ways of the world too. 🙂
xo
May 18th, 2012 at 9:31 pm
oh. i love this. we all wear some kind of camouflage, but yes. yes. what will we do when our truth betrays our whereabouts? love, love, love. you is goooood.
May 21st, 2012 at 3:43 pm
This is beautiful, and I absolutely love the way you framed it.
May 22nd, 2012 at 8:09 am
And her beauty and strength will definitely save her!!!
May 24th, 2012 at 1:06 pm
I needed those last two lines and am stealing them to write on my heart. Thank you.