White Wolf

Emily's Challenge, Poetry 101: "If I can stop one heart from breaking, I shall not live in vain." -Emily Dickinson

Emily’s challenge, E. Dickinson, quote broken heart/not die in vain

(a couple of words EE Cumming Poem, I carry your heart within my heart: beautiful, not like this*)

 

Dawn awoke to shattered glass,

Somewhere lost in time,

Spirit of my truest,

Severed loves arteries,

No longer part of mine,

Blood let like raindrops

‘evry surface of the floor,

Sucked up like a thirsty baby, always wanting more.

 

A parasite carried it away,

To the ancient firecaves,

Beyond the green forests

burning methane glows,

like the gentle way you warmed my restless soul.

 

Our vow pure as snowflakes,

tender touches ‘neath a1000 moons,

the luscious endless kisses I melted into,

but then silence filled the night, you left me far too soon,

 

But now your spirit, haunts me, transformed into a beast,

Like the white wolf forever starving, stalking my dreams,

An endless hunger, pulling asunder, for I am your feast,

 

Merciless spirit of my foregone true,

You took my heart within your heart,*

Your indifference smiles with ‘gain,

Now rage festers boiling liquid pain,

Evaporated on the hot desert sands,

Where we laid closely hand in hand,

Please my love, do not let your death be in vain.

  

Cast among the throng of bones,

Our hearts beat not in sync,

Only blistered memories, devouring my sanity,

Imprinted upon me spirit of my true?

 

Flying dreams haunt me, I hover over the sea

Below, my red heart beats………………..

I beg your surrender…...render my plea,

Gods deity, let rebirth satisfy your needs,

Lowly leach you suck the marrow from me.

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A soft wave of lonliness,

A wisper from the Grave…

a mournful cry, trepidations high,

Words spoken with sincere clarity,

I heard you say them once before,

Fight for true love and humanity.

 

I see a reflection in the glass,

The beauty in your smile I see,

Our love brought you back,

One final time, the finality,  

Our love has made you see….

 

The white wolf, mourns an outcast as he searches for a mate….

The day he finds her, the world will be at peace.

 

 

Author's Note

Any suggestions would be wonderful. Thank you in advance for reading. My Maternal Grandfather is a Cherokee Indian: very spiritual people, thus the white wolf.

Reviews

[Lenah Mehzabin]

A Wondrous write ! man is mortal but still they always remain alive in our memories so well that ,we don't want hear that they r actually dead. In your poem i loved they way u gave it a art and creativity "white wolf" that reflects Him is really very beautiful ... Hope he get his mate . And i think you dedicated it to ur grandfather (i m confused) but it's Awesome ! in a word :)

[Ana B.]

This poem has magic. Love.Longing.Reality. I missed reading your work. Great job Dale :)

[Jimmy Yetts]

A very pleasingly dramatic epical perspective; masterly use of words.
Very impressive, C!

[Pushkar Prabhat]

The white beast will reunite with her. This world needs peace.
Brilliant description of ancestors.
Passionate piece!!!!
I loved it!!!!
:)

[Ryan Henderson]

I like this piece, very beautiful and symbolic! This is my style of poetry. I also like the flow of this poem. This poem also had no spelling/grammar errors which is awesome, keep writing!

[Sami Khalil]

A phenomenal write from a phenomenal writer. Rooted in the great culture of her ancestors, filled with spiritual awakening and enjoying the freedom The Great Spirit gave us in the wild. Nothing like it indeed. Excellent...:)......

[wordman]

i think this poem should win the contest

[Confuser]

Thank you; however the poem that won was phenomenal and yesterday I read another poem, same contest by Emily, not the moderator, that was so beautiful. I don't know what this is!

[Terrence Chang]

This is great. I like the way you expressed the red Indians. Love reading your poems

[Rene Salinas]

The time sequence here is what made me go slow, there is a way inwhich I was guided into the writing, " a moment when time seems to stop" dawn, the change of guards and conciousness if one wants like a double sided funnel a time were we are more suceptible to be influenced. There seems to be a clear indication of a mart dying and becoming possibly. As the physicality of it has been refined there is a part that has stayed back and it still resides. As if th self was torned and the way it had to go not clear. All the way to a moment of sincere plea as the Self cannot remain stranded and it needs to head into a direction. The moment of silence arrives, reflection allows for clarity, a finding of sorts which offers sourage and as the reflection has been found we look up into the skies and we howl at that moon.

Maybe as a thank you even.

Thank You.

[Confuser]

der wolf nearly died many times and ran away..novice I am and trying write about love; so clique and difficult. Thank you for reading, I love your take on the wolf finding solice maybe as we look to the sky; I saw this and so much; probably not portrayed, but tried anyway...thank you for reading.

[RileyRedding]

This is much different than your last piece I reviewed. (Which was much more transgressive, and grotesque, not an insult I very much enjoyed it.)
I enjoy the way this piece flowed effortlessly.
Your word choice is both mesmerizing, and poignant.
A tour-de-force of poetry prose.