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:

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.

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

Angel or Monster, or Both

Our sweet (and deadly) Rommy invited us to play with angels and monsters and poetry. I was all for it, of course. I mean, she quoted the greats (Buffy, Psycho) to remind the world that “I’m the thing monsters have nightmares about”, that “We all go a little mad sometimes.” So, here is my poem *wild giggles and delicious cackles*.

Choose to be
angel or monster, or both—
be a miracle, or The Thing
nightmares run screaming from.

Go a bit mad, break bones
to soul music that inspires
wise children and old fools
to tolerate tamed liberals
and life-drunk poets.

Be a rebel—
love Star Trek and Star Wars
equally (if it makes you happy),
be the queerest adventurous
conservatively wild spirit:

different is beautiful,
identical is gorgeous,
choice is best…

…choose to be.

the wee notes…
– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads ~ Of Angels and Monsters, hosted by our Rommy dearest. She asked us to choose a quote and create a poem. But since I was feeling extra rebellious, I used four of the given quotes… and threw one of my blackouts into the mix (yeah, I am bad to the bone):
“I’m the thing monsters have nightmares about.” ~ Buffy the Vampire Slayer
“‘Listen to them, the children of the night. What music they make!’” ~ Dracula
“One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel.” ~ Doctor Who
“We all go a little mad sometimes.” ~ Psycho
– While proofreading this mildly wild piece, I noticed the phrase “the thing”, thought of the movie by the same name, and felt the urge to capitalize the words. Seriously, no serious poem would ever be complete without Star Trek, Star Wars and The Thing in it. This has been science fictionally proven, seriously.