Noli Me Tangere Do not touch me I am the deer that eludes the hunt. The thick beating drum that rests by my lung, Is no ones to scoop out or to conquer Roundβ my neck droops -a necklace of daisies, Withered off-white six-seasons sun-bright A gift from the Artist; Whose soul twined with mine, Deep roots and thick vined. Our fruits once plump ripe, now lie rotten Plucked from my presence, forgotten The essence of Wild & Free- we ran rapidly, From, institutions, illusions, dogma, delusions I am he and he is me. a painting, verse, a memory & now I flee alone, paintbrush tail, no home To hunt me is in vain. I am the bohemian- I am never tamed Noli Me Tangere Do not touch me
this poem was inspired by Sir Thomas Wyatt's poem titled, Whoso List to Hunt