I Am Made of Wild

A bright, sexy and rather modest Toad invited everyone to ask themselves, “what am I made of?” And then, craft their answer into a poem or short story. I decided to answer by expanding this blackout poem, and letting that beautifully freakish Toad know that:

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I am made of Caribbean
dirt, blood and bones,
thought and screams.

I am made of free
women and men, of souls

kissing hurt on the mouth,
grinning with sharp teeth.

I am made of muse
birthing breathing words
of bright and dark
small minds can’t shroud.

I am made of wild

brilliance dancing
with rage, control
and haunting memories.

I am made of wild.

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the wee notes…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ “I Am Made of…” (Poetry and Flash Fiction with Magaly), and to Poets United ~ Poetry Pantry 357.
– I suspect this will become some sort of Made of Wild series. There is just something about those words, which keeps on asking for more and more and more… and I want to give it. So, while we are at it… what are you made of, my Wicked Luvs?

“Passion”, by Oscar Ortiz

83 thoughts on “I Am Made of Wild

  1. This is soo beautifully penned, Magaly!❤️ Especially love; “I am made of muse
    birthing breathing words of bright and dark small minds can’t shroud.” You certainly are… and more!❤️

  2. Can’t get much better than a good Caribbean woman, can we? One of my grandsons is of half Caribbean descent (Trinidadian and Venezuelan) and the girls swoon over him. I was thinking it was his olive skin and blue eyes they liked. He has a wonderful beautiful wife, she stays close to him.
    ..

    • Diversity that shows itself on the flesh seems to be very alluring. One of my nephews has dark skin and green eyes… He probably causes as much commotion as your grandson. His significant other stays close, too. 🙂

  3. I really like the concept of this poem, Magaly. Makes me think I should write my own.. To think this started out as a blackout poem awes me. I think it describes you well!!

  4. “I am made of Caribbean
    dirt, … ”

    “kissing hurt on the mouth”

    I love these lines, the way they flow together and rise above the rest.

  5. Whichever bright, sexy and immodest Toad had the gall to ask just what we’re made of, this poem goes a long way toward suggesting how divine your sort of wild is. I applaud you and the invitation to show you mine since you have shown me yours. And now–let’s dance!

  6. Your words go perfectly with the painting. I too am made of all that Caribbean stuff but don’t think I fully explored all my inner wild
    Your poem inspires me to keep searching for my fullest definition.

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