THE WOLVES SOLO

THE WOLVES SOLO

A Poem by Betty Hermelee
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encouragement

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THE 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 Hermelee


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‘Clumps of charcoal clouds my psyche’. Immediately this is full of gorgeous visuals. Theres a sense of dreaminess and sleepiness. It’s almost like a full film. It’s big, elegant and beautiful. You can feel the journey and adventure in these words. I have to say, that last line is so strong and intense and maybe one of my favorite lines you’ve written. It has a sense of hope and mystery to it. A poem as graceful as the wolves. Thank you so much for sharing. (: it’s much appreciated.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

You write the most amazing reviews!!! I absolutely love them!!! And appreciate them.....Thank you, t.. read more
Wolves are always pictured as magical beings. I can almost hear the music. Beautifully written!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for your review!
Live wolves. Your poem too. The flute was a cool metaphor

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Than you Ranger for your review.
Best, B.
This is smooth, elegant and completely captures my imagination.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much Cherrie, much appreciated!!!
Best, B
excellent my friend! I don't know what else to say, this is so wonderful, and the closing was beautiful. such a good poet!

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

You’re too nice P! , but I so appreciate you and your reviews…my friend.
Hugs B
The flute Music of the Wolves... that would help you to sleep.
Many Moons have hid behind a Cloud when Wolves begin to Howl.
A Rhyme... just for you Dear Betty... gently, Pat

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you dear Pat for your rhyming review! Truly
B.
A wonderful journey in your words dear Betty. I believe we do seek freedom; we had lost. Would be cool to be a wild wolf with no wall to keep us. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry my friend.
Coyote

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you John for your thoughtful words
Best, B.
Coyote Poetry

2 Years Ago

Was my pleasure and you are welcome, dear Betty.
Another beautifully constructed poem that is easy and satisfying to read. Congratulations.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you so much for beautiful review.
Best, B.
Everyone seems to go through it
if wolves don't get things going then there is always my mother-in-law, a grizzly bear or a PO'd Sasquatch,
However, if you do hear wolves howling, I'd say you are very fortunate
truly the sound of the wild

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thanks Dave for a fine review! BestB!
Somehow the wolf method of breaking a block doesn't enchant me. Something about the approach of a pack of hungry carnivores does not stimulate my creative juices. My bowels are another story.

Posted 2 Years Ago


Betty Hermelee

2 Years Ago

Thank you John, for your funny review but each to their own...She never saw the wolves, only their <.. read more

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Added on July 6, 2022
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Betty Hermelee
Betty Hermelee

Black Mountain, NC



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My 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..

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