Friday, October 4, 2013

Where The Wild Things Grow

Where The Wild Things Grow

Find me, where the wild things grow
beneath the darkness
shattered only by the light of the moon

Alive I feel here,
in the midst of the cycles of life,
growing as they grow, letting go as they let go

Meet me, where the Gods reside
in the midst of creation far removed from the
walls of concrete and steel,

             trading warmth
                          for the lifelessness of human fabrications.

© Claudia Blanton 2013


  1. Wow! Absolutely stunning prose! I'm blown away.

    1. thank you, that was very sweet of you to say!