WonderGolly
Apr 09, 2012

Wild Child

Heed to the call of the rough winds,
Wild child
- Untamed soul.
The voice of the wolves of the steppes
Howling from the mountains beyond,
beckon to you.

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery
And follow after the lightening’s path
away from this void
before the human madness laugh
all to the crimson glory of death

- Sad world. Mad world
Breaking into shreds
Piece by piece.
Soon there will be desolation left
After the ceremony of the nuclear storm.

So Wild child
Untamed spirit. Do not stall
Heed to the wilderness call
- and walk
Far-off from man’s mad world.

About This Poem

Review Request Direction: How does this theme appeal to you?
Is the internal logic consistent?

Review Request Intensity: I appreciate moderate constructive criticism

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Volta / GH, GHA

Favorite Poets: Kofi Awoonor

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Comments

AmmaKonadu

I feel what goes through this poem and my favorite lines were;

-Sad world. Mad world
Breaking into shreds
Piece by piece.
Soon there will be desolation left
After the ceremony of the nuclear storm.

So Wild child
Untamed spirit. Do not stall
Heed to the wilderness call
- and walk
Far-off from man’s mad world.

I totally agree with this...Sad world, Mad world.

I made one small observation though...the word 'hacken' in the 3rd stanza i think should be 'Hearken' if you meant to say 'listen to'.

i loved the piece and the message is clear.

W

thank you for coming by and reading this piece
and I appreciate your comments
would make the correction you pointed out.>>>>>
I actually meant to write "harken". thanks for point it out.

Candlewitch

Suggestion:
In this line I would change:

The voice of the thunderbirds
to:
the voice of the wolves of the steppes

I really liked these lines:

Be mired not in the madness
of the humans broken world.
Neither loan to it a magical wand
Nor a simple helpful hand;
They’re both needless like desert sands.

and the rest of the poem rocks, too!

always, Cat

W

Hello, Candlewitch, I apologize for taking long
respond to your comment. thanks for your suggestion:
""""" "the voice of the wolves of the steppes"
sounds perfect and connects with the beginning of the
next line. Must admit too that it appears kind of more lively than "thunderbirds"
will effect the change. thanks for patience and time.

weirdelf

I truly admire your wordcrafting and feel we are in some way kindred spirits.

Only one slight thing bothers me

Just harken to the horizon’s thundery [did you mean thundering? Thundery would require an object, like-]
Just harken to the thundery horizon