shadow ~ wolf
thick with
wild ~
wonderful energy
wicked ~
to the touch
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haiku
Category Archives: Wolves
sound of now
so , perhaps one day
i’ll howl , for now , quiet hums
come , become louder
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haiku
soon the moon
am i wolf that waits
hungry hot lonely moans if
only if only
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haiku
lapwing quiet
do you speak raven,
bracken, ruin, deception,
wolf, cat , lap, secret, . . . ?
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haiku
feeling
as old as earth as
bold as youth as hot as wolf
open as poem
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haiku
lopes beside me at times
i love a wolf-dog
hybrid that hides inside me
wild with summer howl
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haiku
small howl
if i‘m quiet enough
perhaps shadow~wolf won’t find
me : ( she always does )
Loba
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she moonlight-calls her to me and me to her
her fingers of soft-rough fur, here is utter dark
brings something of a growl ( not a purr ), ignites the spark
in a flash of lightning , a white thing, the shape of air
unutterable darkness shields a priestess
sexy as a mystery, saturates the senses
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do you hate me for the wildness
of my perfect pelt, the language of my brazen throat
you cannot understand, you cannot capture, don’t fret, don’t rest
the stricken faces of the night felt, the quickening of my breast
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do you prefer me as a acquiescent sheep
do you curse this form that disturbs your sleep
does the lightness of my lope, the meatiness of my breath
cause the whispers of the hair rise from your neck
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i check the mirror, front and back
lick the maws of my primal authentic voice
that calls my majestic spirit to rejoice
for i am rank-stink-inked
kicked alive again to bless
awaken this mess of flesh
i am bone and fang
i am woman and pack
i am wolf i am wolf i am wolf-woman-whispers
i am the madonna, the giver of moonlit rivers
i am grit- dirt-bearer of younger gifts
blood-howl of shape-changer, the angel-author
of older myths than now exist
do you know me now
do you fear my howl
for i am love , raw, pure, love
slipped from darkness’ glove
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not a haiku
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NaPoWriMo day 8:-Today’s prompt comes to us from this list of “all-time favourite writing prompts.” It asks you to name your alter-ego, and then describe him/her in detail. Then write in your alter-ego’s voice. Maybe your alter-ego is a streetwise detective, or a superhero, or a very small goldfinch.
sweet boy blue
he tattooed his skin
all beyond recognition
his sweet mother wept
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haiku
lunacy
napowrimo day 17
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romantic lyricism of centuries
aside ~ once one man kinda got up close ~ too close
comfort rocked by pock-marked
craterous surface not even
luminous – all the poets lied
and still
she controls our tides
wolves madness periods traitorous
relentless sleepless lightness ruinous
slices our hearts
causes swoons
bloods
dreams
land
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not a haiku
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btw april 17 2021
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I’ve seen some fairly funny twitter conversations lately among poets who are coming to terms with the fact that they keep writing poems about the moon. For better or worse, the moon seems to exert a powerful hold on poets, as this large collection of moon-themed poems suggests. Today, I’d like to challenge you to stop fighting the moon. Lean in. Accept the moon. The moon just wants what’s best for you and your poems. So yes – write a poem that is about, or that involves, the moon.
Happy writing!
barbaraturneywielandpoetess 