Feral by Bruce Michael Foley



for Aya Louisa

If you’re blind to the lunatic shine in the
full moons smile,
if you haven’t bathed in its glow
igniting your madness and inner fire,
then you’re not one of us, an ardent lover
of night, born with a black cat’s bones,
a feral child.

If you cannot feel a touch of eternity
in dark autumn’s approaching mystery,
delighting in cold, windy, catching blue starlight in your eyes
to see your spirit fly, in swirling drifts of dead dry leaves
that speak of life’s swift passage of time,
then surely, you have never heard the howling
to become the beast that is you, inside.

cape-south-2-001Bruce Michael Foley about Bruce Michael Foley. I was born across the bridge from Boston, Massachusetts, in Cambridge, as July 4th fireworks exploded over the Charles River, just a stone’s throw from Harvard University. At age two, my family moved to Somerville, Ma.,where I was raised in a rough blue-collar environment, playing many sports. In 1998 I relocated to Las Vegas, Nevada. Here, I work among special needs children and teach martial arts. Poetry began in high school, but took off in a more dedicated way in later years, along with resuming music studies, guitar. My poems are published in various anthologies; including Impressions, Prism, and the Mighty Voices Of Thunder Series, sponsored by the international poetry website, “Allpoetry.” I was a featured poet in Lyrical Somerville February 2015, a Boston based publication, as well as being an “Editor’s Front Page Pick,” for the month of March 2016 on Allpoetry. A defining moment that contributed significantly to further interest in writing was a First Place Award from the International Poetry Fellowship, for my poem, “Among Fields of Cotton.” Presently, I am happy to have the opportunity to explore various forms of poetry with Mr. Bruce Isaacson, Poet Laureate of Clark County Nevada.

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