THE WOLVES SOLOA Poem by Betty HermeleeencouragementTHE WOLVES SOLO
Clumps of charcoal clouds envelope my psyche for weeks now, I have no words to scribe my spirit is sunless, dreary as I peer out the window nothing arouses me not even the night birds’ songs I play classical music, naught except drowsiness creeps
The night drags on, eyes powerless my mind falls awry ah, perhaps a cup of hot milk I prepare the potion
Still awake, thoughts lethargic I meander out to a starlit sky I listen attentively to a symphony of night bays the one that catches my ear are the solos of the wolves high pitched like a sundry flute I rest, transfixed by this they bide as a blur concealed by the thick evergreens I sit on the warm, wet grass as the moon offers a wink the solos grow louder As if they draw near I fear not, conversely, overwhelmed perhaps I could pen to this enchantment the notion stirs me to retrieve my journal and pen scribble words to the flute music of the wolves alas, euphoria cloaks me on a clear night with a slight chill in the air © 2022 Betty HermeleeReviews
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10 Reviews Added on July 6, 2022 Last Updated on July 6, 2022 AuthorBetty HermeleeBlack Mountain, NCAboutMy love of poetry results from my love of art. As a painter I am able to express myself on a canvas. As a poet my words come from my heart, my moods, sometimes sad, mostly upbeat. I like to use vivid .. more..Writing
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