Wild Pig Bamboo, a Poem

Hana Hills


His hair was as long as a lullaby,

and we left the well traveled roads

to others not so brave;


Winding up on wild pig trails,

reddish loam like rusted blood

sun filters thru bamboo green,

a color newer than birth-

beautiful, interlaced,

interwoven mad green,

comforted and claustophobic in turns...



wild pigs barreled round

and round us, unruly children,

the bamboo they displaced

shaking like wild tribe spears;

stone amphitheater, no one sees

water falling down half-moon,

a secret cup they say

holds Queen Kameiameia's tears

just once a year...

midday sun merciless to others-

we're hidden, woven tightly inside

an emerald casket.

the top is reached, the sun rediscovered,

a moment's savoring-

and we race all the way down

flip flops slapping, then breaking,

on the downward slope,

I dart back , scooping up the sandal,

laughing and winded,

I lose by a few feet...

but am satisfied, exhilarated...

we stand in the pasture

hands braced on knees...

laughing, breathing hard,

almost as sweet as that night

with his hair, long as a lullaby

singing me a song.





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moonfroth 3 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

Any gusher can gush out a bunch of gushy memories and we end up with a bunch of gush. But when a POET gets hold of childhood memories and runs them thru the fine filter of creative coalescence we end up with the ESSENCE of human experience, a jewel-like bead that the child in all of us can share in, and from which we can relive important parts of ourselves. Doesn't happen often. You do it here. Thank you for being as very good at this as you are.


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Mhatter99 3 years ago from San Francisco

Very very wild... The bamboo, pigs and mushrooms. We had different experiences. Mine was in Mr, Gad's backyard, where the bamboo still sprouts through the wall. Thank you


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Thank you Mad, Moon, but that poem really stunk. I redid it totally, I hope you like it as well... love yaz! lily


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moonfroth 3 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

Poets are often shitty critics of their own work.


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epigramman 3 years ago

Hi Lily - always so nice to hear from you and no one writes like you.

You have bottled a poetic niche all of your own - and this one in particular makes me walk on air - I love the line - his hair was as long as a lullaby - I sincerely hope all is well with you and I will send you a little letter online so please look for it - sending you warm wishes with a blowing furnace on a cold morning from lake erie time ontario canada 7:01am with Vivaldi and a cuppa of coffee


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Moon, visit others in their lair; especially Epigramman Amy Becherer, Vincent Moore, James Watkins, Fennelseed, Hyphenbird... thank you Epi, oh Vivaldi, how I love that stately music... I stole the line hair as long as a lullaby. My Mom always said poets were thieves of words...


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Amy Becherer 3 years ago from St. Louis, MO

Real artists aren't thieves, Lilyfly. They take the ordinary and make it richly, colorfully, their own...like you. You weave your own story in a way that makes the the vicarious experience of your adventures envious. I especially like the vision of youth, laughing with abandon, hands braced on knees. I remember that...

I envy your wild, free, masterful way of expression. It is so uniquely you.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Aww, shucks! Gotta go... might have a job today! love yaz, lily


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MsDora 3 years ago from The Caribbean

"a color newer than birth" -- truly poetic. Thanks for sharing such lovely work.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Thank you Ms. Dora, great to see you again!!! lily


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Hyphenbird 3 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

You had me at the first line and unseen, I ran along with you and "he". I love the words whispered when long hair talks and sings. This may be my favorite poem of your yet. Do I really say that every time? The fantasy realm tone draws me from a world of the physical into enchantment myself. Thank you for the journey.


moonfroth 3 years ago

HYPH -- HORRAH! I was thinking all manner of dark thoughts about what had happened to you, so it's great to hear from you again. But haven't you heard?--this poem really "stinks". See the poet's comment above.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Hy, this is the NEW poem that Moon was so against me writing. The other one stunk. So there! Haha! Love yaz, lily


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Hyphenbird 3 years ago from America-Broken But Still Beautiful

Hi moon. Thanks for missing me. We must not pay attention to the poet. She doesn't know like we do. lol


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moonfroth 3 years ago from Rural BC (Canada) & N of Puerto Vallarta (Mexico)

Lily--I'm glad you said "as well" in your original note above, because this is a different poem. Exquisite in its delightful way, but more controlled. A different poem.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Don't I get some say? Love you Hy, and Moon, or should I say Hymoon? On a short leash, gotta go! Love yaz, lily


moonfroth 3 years ago

NAH! you get no say. You just wrote the thing. Now it's ours. We'll be sending you further instructions.


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lilyfly 3 years ago from Wasilla, Alaska Author

Must be nice up there, Moon! haha! Love yaz, lily

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