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

Be (You) Untamed

Mama Zen, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, invited us to write a poem of 60 words or fewer, inspired by a tarot card’s art, meaning, mood… whatever works. My muse and I were presented with The Hanged Man (and a paragraph of mystical vagueness). She ripped inspiration out of the artwork and some of the text explaining the card’s meaning: “Make no accusations but respect your own self-interest”.

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Refuse all unwanted
leashes. Be wicked.
Be your own sort
of beast. Be wild.
Be (you) untamed.

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the wee notes…
– The text of this poem bit comes from one of my blackouts (view it on Instagram).
– And please don’t forget, that something beautifully freakish this way comes… 😉

from the Dragon Age Inquisition Tarot, by Dark Horse Deluxe