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| The old lady who smiled so greatly! I met her at a neighborhood dinner party {which just happened to be hosted by my neighbor} At first I noticed her smilin’ everywhere she turned her head But when she’d lock eyes with someone!! Oooohh her face and eyes would light up like fireworks!! A short while later she comes over And says “hi I see you walking a lot” I said “yah I walk a fair amount” She says somethin’ like “its good your able to do all that” I said “yah I do what I have the strength for” Then she says with a handshake “well I’m Rose, I just wanted to say hi!” I said “well hi Rose, I’m Wilder”. I can’t remember what all was said after that Except she soon turned away smilin’ And went back to her seat I met her eyes a couple times after that And her face would light up every time Her face lit up anytime she locked eyes With someone for more than about a second I think I already said that but whatever  Those who truly smile in their hearts have a smile on their face that never completely fades! When I was a little boy at Montessori School for Children, my Native American name was “Smiling Snowy Boy”, because according to a lot of folks there, I was always smiling: and it was snowing when I was born. 10/15/24 10/17/24 Namaste - Wilder the Quiet |
| Greyhound That greyhound was one of the greatest sights I ever seen Because I knew I was finally headed for a safer place to live Except the sleeping … a good nights sleep doesn’t come easily 9/29/24 9/30/24 Namaste - Wilder the QuietGreyhound |
| sleeping on a Greyhound it doesn't really actually happen for there is little to no comfort to be found |
| Sails of the awakened We sail the seas of the cycling leaves Pedals of flowers be our sails in speed Curl asway when buffalo thunderous wave Cave of magic lotus blooming stars appraise On the moon we tread when our sun is dead Sunbright sinks into the ocean deep The clouds quake and the sea shakes Then the sun rises over all to start anew another day And the rolling roars ripple and tore Another thunderous sea rises ready for glory A rainbow rises and the ocean glows All the happy creatures climb on the glowing rain boat They sail away into a storm of flapping flamingo’s They all cry joyfully 8/15/24 9/3/24 Namaste - Wilder the Quiet |
| I used to be really good at haiku’s Then somewhere along the way I lost the groove But! Now! I believe they’ll reawaken soon! Woo hoo Namaste - Wilder the Quiet 9/5/24 |
| It was a moonless night, barely a whisper or a peep. Not a shadow of an owl in the trees. Or a black alley cat a creep’n the street. |
| this is my original "about me" part. I've changed a bit since then. any suggestions? I am very spiritual; I am very quiet; figured I'd mention that. i ,. reflect(ion(ing(ions(ed)))) of chalking about soul sensing ,.. in current reverse echo poetic memoiric moments of continuum time .., otherwise how will I know that I know or don't know that i haven't missed something of what i do or do not or trying to actively more deeply understand in my relatively quite simple living!!? ..,, oh oh, and! if you're going to go overkill on something, maybe try going overkill on being an adventraveleric leisurely thoughtful subtle novelic laugher :-1 .. 2 .. 3 .. shazzamm |
| its not the # words you write per day, per week, etc. etc. it's the complexity and depth of the words you do write. "I am a listener of silent knowledge within the soul sensing wisdom of serenity." Namaste - Wilder the Quiet |
| (I wrote this out long hand) I am writing this out long hand because there are some writing pieces that can only come out this way. Only thing is, I have no idea what to say. In the 6 years I've been into writing I've never had so much trouble with the words not flowing; but with my energy level getting back to normal, I'm hoping my thoughts and words will start flowing like a free running river again. I can hear thousands of words bouncing 'round my head but so few of them are scraping their way through the out door. Mental stresses make such a mess of fluid writing progress. 8/16/24 8/18/24 8/25/24 Namaste - Wilder the Quiet |
| worry about what to write can cause stress. Relax and enjoy the process. Writing for me is taking a trip and enjoying a wonderful adventure. Often I have no idea what word or words will first appear, but I start with something even though it might be writing: A b c d e... eventually ideas, sentences, and paragraphs materialize. I definitely send the critic on a faraway and long vacation. The editing can happen any time after writing whatever it is has been completed. I trust God for the words and this frees me to allow my creativity complete freedom. Safe travels and many blessings. |
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