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Where Wolves Die

Contributed by wheels on Tuesday, 17th June 2008 @ 06:41:07 AM in AEST
Topic: LovePoetry



In these woods
There is an angel
With blue wings
Who dances for the wolves
Circling
They cast lonely shadows
About her languid body
Twirling fiery in the sparks
Of cello and organ pulsing.

It is a place where
The flute wallows with the violin
In thought
A place where
She hides in the tears of
A willows weeping
Gentle in the stream

I dig the toe of my boot into the dust
Glancing at her longingly
Through the dark-wood grasses
And quietly dine
Upon the brilliance of her eyes
Only to hear the wolves echo
Calling back
The somber loneliness to my heart

I fell into the sunset of her arms
The perfume of her perspiration
Burning an envelope about me
Her skin tasting heady with passion

A vein branches out
Shallows beneath the skin
It is life I am kissing
As its beauty flows delicately
Encircling every fiber of her being
Oh how this place loves no place better than
this cleft
this crevasse
this muscle
making love to it always

I shudder in jealousy
To be as one like that
If only for a moment
Passing slowly into one another
Only to hear the wolf cry out at midnight

Scared, she whispers
“ the wolves are listening”
But they are gentle in the night
Making caricature faces in the firelight
Too lonely to be touched
So I kiss thee
Toasting
Caressing
Tasting
Understanding wolves shall die
But not always to be alone




Copyright © wheels ... [ 2008-06-17 06:41:07]
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Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Tuesday, 17th June 2008 @ 06:58:31 AM AEST
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OMG! Bravo. You took me away with this write.

cared, she whispers
“ the wolves are listening”
But they are gentle in the night
Making caricature faces in the firelight
Too lonely to be touched
So I kiss thee
Toasting
Caressing
Tasting
Understanding wolves shall die
But not always to be alone


Powerful stuff here. The entire write is energizing and exciting, soft and sensual everything in on spot.

Hugs

Michelle



Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by recklessguy on Tuesday, 17th June 2008 @ 08:02:49 AM AEST
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I am in a meditative state now.
Good poem.
Reck


Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Tuesday, 17th June 2008 @ 08:48:42 AM AEST
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Two wonderful poems. I am impressed. Well done, in fact splendid. Two poems as of now 8 comments of praise for you. You've commented on 1 poem. Welcome to YPDC how about a bit of participation.


SCM


Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by LoveStruck_Hippie on Friday, 27th June 2008 @ 06:57:07 AM AEST
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Absolutely brilliant!

This piece stirred deep within me. Awakening a voice I have not heard let alone taken the time to listen to.

I truly enjoy your use of imagery, painting a picture for the reader and drawing them in.

Again ... BRAVO

Peace

~Shannon


Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Friday, 11th July 2008 @ 12:11:24 PM AEST
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Interesting concept. You have some exceptionally engaging lines here, Kevin. I especially love,

"She hides in the tears of
A willows weeping"


How damn forlorn, but so exquisitely beautiful all at once! That is the second time, I believe, you have taken
hold of the heart and forced it to feel two opposing emotions; perhaps SO opposite that they meet where they
actually end, if you know what I mean.

You seem to love the idea of the "lone wolf", but I must confess the wolf is my favourite animal for many
reasons. I know there are times a wolf may choose or be forced into being alone, but altogether I think
they are social animals and need each other. One of the many reasons they intrigue me so and gather
my respect is that they mate for life. So, in a sense the fact that the wolves are "listening" is a sort of
comfort, at least to this reader. I guess that's why a "lone wolf" is seen as lonely. Like humans, they
are not MEANT to live alone. And your heart can't help but pity them, and on another level, relate.
Sadly enough.

I must also say, I ADORED this part ..

"I fell into the sunset of her arms
The perfume of her perspiration
Burning an envelope about me
Her skin tasting heady with passion"


DAMN fine!! All in all a wonderful piece. Strongly emotive and exceptionally provocative. I look forward to more ~

Bravo, poet

~Breezy



Re: Where Wolves Die (User Rating: 1 )
by Crow on Monday, 21st July 2008 @ 01:20:13 PM AEST
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damn wheels you are an exceptional writer, you let people in different doors, what a talent that is. thanks for inviting me over..Crow




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