puffy
snowflakes melt and drift on my window
covering
the space as if with a comfort of a warm bed
yet there
are storms raging
spreading
like fire
sometimes
it seems there is nobody left
to fight
the tides rising
everyone
for themself
to start a
change from within selves
one at a
time
feel the
rawness of our souls
and maybe
then we'd know
how the
earth feels under
wolf's paws
as he runs
to catch
the winds
*
Ok, it's been awhile... I guess that's what happens when you have too much free time, and all the time in the world to write, but no ideas... but when you have no time, lots of ideas pop up, or is it just me? But last few days I felt like writing and I started with some poetry prompts I have written down and this is the first.
I love how you come to those last line of your poem.. How does the earth feel?
ReplyDeletewinter makes us creative, right. lots of imagination in our minds especially if there's nowhere to go except in our rooms.
ReplyDeletewelcome back. :-)
Just let go, run, jump, fall if you must... the earth under our very feet is just waiting to share stories of different yous... listen & be enthralled! I can relate to you with how we have plenty of time to write but muse is missing & when muse finally hits us we barely have time to write already. I have just got my muse back though i am not entirely sure how long it will last... but who cares.. I just wanna enjoy the moment of having to be able to write again.. smiles...
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everyone for themself was what stood out for me here... and it would be so much better if we fought those rising tides together... i love the magic of a snow storm and i like how you wrote your way beyond it here
ReplyDeleteThe pillow cloud and the wolfs paw..this ran and came alive off the page..so glad you captured it
ReplyDeleteHow important it is to consider ourselves part of the earth, somehow recapturing that lasting symbiosis that allows us to be compatible with is continuance. So the earth is comfortable with the wolves paws but a little unhappy with us raping its resources with no thought of the future.
ReplyDeleteI admire those ending lines: how the earth feels under wolf's paws as he runs to catch the wind ~
ReplyDeleteGood to see you writing again ~ Sometimes with the time limits, I am able to write more productively ~
Grace
Sometimes it does seem like no one is there to fight the tide rising indeed & that everyone is for themselves without taking heed of anything else. Your poem reminds us that all changes do begin from inside...and from there can spread. The image of 'how the earth feels under the wolf's paws' is such a strong one!! I enjoyed reading your poetry again!
ReplyDeletehey you....it is great to see you...i was just reading through your book the other day...cause it had been so long since seeing you....smiles....perhaps if we felt that connection to the earth we would change you know...made me think a bit of werewolves as well...
ReplyDeleteto start a change from within selves
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feel the rawness of our souls
We can really learn a lot when we reflect one at a time. The fastest way to do anything is to do it one at a time so they say! Nicely Natasa!
Hank
The noise of these storms can be deafening and distressing, leading us to believe that we are alone in the fight. If we follow that wolf's spirit maybe we can realize we are a pack.
ReplyDeletethat lingering thought of wolf's paws seems to stay with the reader... glad you found time to write
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem! I loved the ending...
ReplyDeletemaybe then we'd know
how the earth feels under
wolf's paws as he runs
to catch the winds
I love how this unfolds--there is a desire for freedom running in all of us--lovely write!
ReplyDeleteNatasa, this poem is magnificent. Those closing lines made my heart speed up - the wolf's paws running to catch the wind. SO wonderful!!!!!!! My wolf whiskers perked up, LOL.
ReplyDeleteLove how the thought about snowflakes out the window brings you to so needed change within each soul to be closer to earth...very nice flowing poem.
ReplyDeleteIt is amazing what we can discover in the winter when writing a poem. This one in particular was really entertaining.
ReplyDeletethe wolf's paws running to catch the wind ..such a lovely image and very symbolic.
ReplyDeleteI love how winter gets our creative juices flowing.....wonderful images!
ReplyDeleteYou captured my heart and mind in your poem, but the wolf explodes from the page in those final lines. Just as he should, for he is pure spirit. Love this one,
ReplyDeleteElizabeth
the wolf running to catch the wind is such lovely imagery
ReplyDeleteunder wolf's paws
ReplyDeleteGives me an entrely new image of the state of the world and our relationship to it.
It happens to me as well, when I have time there aren't any words. :) I really liked the way you ended your write. Well done! :)
ReplyDeleteGreat ending.
ReplyDeleteThe storms do range, no? And they can keepus from doing that which we prefer.
ReplyDeletei think you did wonderfully with the prompt. reminds me of a winter night, the creatures that scour the white of dark.
ReplyDeleteoh, by the way, did you get my email? your poems now appear in our issue.
here is the link: http://pinkgirlink.blogspot.com/2015/01/think-pink-issue-1-january-2015-issue.html
thanks for contributing. our next issue goes out in april, if you wish to submit again. :)
Thanks Stacy :) And yes I got the email and I already read the issue, it's really interesting and I hope you keep it up and of course thank you for including my poems. I have in mind the next issue and will see what I could share :)
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