If We Dare and Want

“If you just stop and think, baby, honey, love is a funny thing. Whatever you put in, that’s what you expect to gain.” ~ Jimmy Reed

Love is
pleasure and pain,

a dangerous balance
sanity and passion.

Love is
you and me,
if we dare…

and want


– Linked to the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads and Poets United.

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