In the  state between sleep and wake

traversing birth and death

there is the faintest hint of earthy candles

macabre dreams interrupted by the

strophe of sonnets, a sensation of

spilling pearls like tiny moons falling

through my open palm.

At the boundaries I find you

not your spirit or  rose tinged snow

but flesh and bone.

I am sleeping less now

roused by the wing beats of boreal owls

circling an   ancient Cypress,

their knife edge talons entwined in sprays

of silky moss clinging to  knotty branches.

Fitful wind gusts burst through  barriers of

creaking walls vibrating my hemispheres into

consciousness.  A  celestial  tapestry of recollection

lifts  me over  the valley to a  moonlit hillside

of sweet lea where a silver wolf lies down  beside me.

He is the scent of golden wheat and

his eyes are the color of the eastern sky.

 

141 thoughts on “wolves

          1. I had a cat “Mom”, when I was a poor artist. She had 12 litters before I could afford to get her fixed. Someone brought a Doberman into our home while she was nursing.
            Mom flew from the nest, back arched, all 4 legs and claws in front… I mean she didn’t land until she was on that dog’s head.
            The dog was ripped up, terrified and left with his tail between his legs.
            Crazing thing is, she was as weak as her kittens. It was a terrible birth. Each kitten came out back first, one or 2 legs first. I pulled every kitten out of her. There’s more, but I’ll spare you!
            Got her fixed, finally, after that litter!
            Yes, Mom! She was a trooper. Found her in an alley. She bit everyone who pet her, except me.

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          2. I know what you mean about cats, I had a Large dog who crossed paths with a cat and she inflicted severe injuries to his face and eye. They are ferocious if threatened or if their babies are perceived threatened, like all mothers. ❤️

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          3. You must have been a wonderful mom! ❤ Still are, even though your baby is a young man.
            How does that happen? Where does time go? I know it's not hiding here, cause I can't find any.
            (did you like Gi's poem embedded in the shot I sent? I want to do all/most of her poems that way.)
            OMG! Frank just sent me 8 tango videos.
            I have to do stuff right now, but I will view them all later, and send you my fave 3. We will pick 1… unless… we pick 2 LOL! xx

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          4. Two is always better than one! Did I miss Gi’s poem, if I didn’t comment on that I must have missed it…I have to return. It’s is wise to have your children when you are young, raising little ones when you are just getting ready to have a good time yourself is a bummer. xx

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  1. A Profound reflection that reminds me of this thought from Shakespeare:

    “Our revels now are ended. These our actors,
    As I foretold you, were all spirits and
    Are melted into air, into thin air:
    And, like the baseless fabric of this vision,
    The cloud-capp’d towers, the gorgeous palaces,
    The solemn temples, the great globe itself,
    Ye all which it inherit, shall dissolve
    And, like this insubstantial pageant faded,
    Leave not a rack behind. We are such stuff
    As dreams are made on, and our little life
    Is rounded with a sleep. “

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  2. This seems rather dangerous Miss Heart, but all the more thrilling for that. Oscar Wilde said that rough trade was like feasting with panthers. Feasting with wolves would be as equally as perilous. And yet there is this air of yearning hesitancy. Simply superb.

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    1. It borders on the insane to feast with wolves but I’ve conjured these in dreams Mr Cake so the danger is minimal. I adore Wilde , so clever but convicted himself with his own word. Thank you for the lovely visit.

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  3. I love this poem. This reminded me I used to have a neighbor who had a German Shepard wolf mix. When he used to take him for a walk it was more like the dog walking him. He certainly got all the dogs in the neighborhood going. I love the spirit of the wolf in your poem. ❤️

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      1. My pleasure Rene! A silver wolf in dreams and wild poems is especially enchanting. I ran across wolves in the pacific northwest and they only looked at me and kept moving. I will never forget how their eyes looked. It was like looking at a being with keen awareness and intelligence. I’m glad they were at least smart enough to realize I was too stringy to make a good meal. I definitely wouldn’t mind having a wolf as a hiking buddy. 🤗🐺

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        1. Wolves are very intelligent as you know Dan. They are wary. It is wise not to look them directly in the eyes if happening upon one but slowly a man can befriend and soon assume the role of Alpha. I think they would make a fine hiking companion 🤗

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          1. There is a certain beauty in that relationship between humans and wolves when maintained with mutual respect. We believe that humans and canines began their long association about 50,000 years ago. That’s long enough to build an affinity in our DNA. The Dacian peoples of the Balkan region are called the wolf people because their culture was built on their tight reationship with the wolves in their lives.

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          2. I have little knowledge of wolves other than my imaginary friends that live in dreams. They are beautiful and intended for the wild. I don’t think they should be kept as pets in modern day though as you say some probably lived among our ancestors as companions for protection and warmth.

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          3. Totally agree Rene. Such majestic beasts should remain wild and free. I think that is totally awesome they can find friendship in your dreams. That is a much deeper connection than our senses can deliver.

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          4. Yes, it’s important to plan to be happy, healthy, and well adjusted while staying in our future nursing home. I will likely also be a mischievous rascal because happy and healthy has to be fun too.

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  4. Holly, I love how you “traverse” between those moments of the “macabre” and “pearls.” Ironically, I felt a similar sensation this morning as I dreamt of a wolf who represents things I am concerned about, and wakening to the ability to act to tame the wolf. Being a former competitive athlete (a bad one), the player is anxious before the action, but calms down when the game starts as he or she can act on what he or she practiced.

    I recognize “wolf” can be a mataphor for other thngs, but this was fresh on mind and invaded my slumber. Keith

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    1. Unfortunately there is a rabid wolf who is out of control and that is resulting in tremendous apprehension and a feeling of trepidation for many.
      I do regret this poem stirred up that issue, the plan is to distract if only temporarily. Hoping for more serene dreams in the near future.

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      1. Holly, thanks for the well-wishes. In addition to that wolf, life, children, relatives, etc. cause worries. I do need to sleep better, especially being so weary of that rabid wolf. Keith

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  5. Oh wow this is gorgeous. And the picture of the moon nearly just as it was last night, waxing gibbous. Too perfect.

    “macabre dreams interrupted by the / strophe of sonnets, a sensation of / spilling pearls like tiny moons falling / through my open palm.”

    Ahhhhhhh just lovely

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          1. According to legend the founders of Rome survived drowning in the Tiber and were suckled by a she wolf and fed by a woodpecker. There is a bronze statue in Rome of the twins with the wolf. I’m sure you are familiar with the legend and the statue. ❤

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