Where The Wild Things Grow

A Poem - 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 2013This post is a part of the Daily Prompt. It asked today, what element of another city we visited, would we clone. I would clone the vast amount of public parks that where a part of the area, I grew up in (Southern Germany). The above poem  describes my connection to that large amount of nature, we roamed in freely as children.

Here is a list of other fellow Daily Prompt participants, enjoy!

http://meaningunfolding.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/city-planners-notre-dame/

http://agirllikemee.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/i-wanna-steal/

http://lovehappynotes.com/2014/05/21/the-simple-life-a-treasure-to-remember/

http://monicleblog.wordpress.com/2014/06/12/missing-ethnic-food/

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