It was his world and his alone, that land that he called home.
He would stand with his shoulders drawn back in the land all his own
He would command the demons in the land he called home.
It was his world and his alone,
That land that he called home.
But the world fell through for the great white wolf
And lost in a land he did not know
The wolf grew weary and worn, struggling, struggling and torn
That when I first laid eyes upon him, his look was one so forlorn
I could not help but cry but he looked at me with eyes so clear and dry
I stood tall beside him, ready to try.
His wintry fur tangled and tough
His weary breath strangled and rough
I watched him walk as he searched the land
Searching for something to command
It was all he knew how to do, you see
And I couldn’t blame him, you must agree.
The wolf, beautiful and white
Took a stand one wintry night
And lost deep in thought I couldn’t help the fears as he fought
Watching him so closely but perhaps it was mostly
The envy I felt for the strength he wore
Though the burden of lost land was what he bore
I would watch him always and forevermore
Him, what I would always adore
My beautiful white Wolf, so strong and secure
My beautiful white Wolf, I will always be yours.
The metaphor you have chosen is Excellent! The wolf represent many things in life. Not just a beast or monster. But also strength, survival, a leader to take care and protect his pack! One who'll survive the onslaught of nature's fury! The one to be served by those he serves and guides! A pillar of strength, in short! Outstanding piece or poetry, as usual and to be expected, Aveira!
The beginning stanza is a little shaky but the rest of it was amazing! Especially the part " The wolf grew weary and worn, struggling, struggling and torn" It definatly visualizes his posture at that point. Great work!
Awesome! I actually picked up that you were talking about a person and then questioned myself untill I read your notes. I loved it. I actually thoughy of soulders coming home and torn as to how they are to behave while not in battle. It is a poem written well as to be interpreted in many ways.
Good job.
Love All,
Melanie
What a beautiful yet tragic poem. I felt for the wolf and you. The pain you felt as he
struggled what what ever he was dealing with. Never thought bestiality as I was reading it,
but a the White Wolf as a werewolf did cross my mind. But your love for your wolf is
obvious. And this poem I loved a lot!
This is superb work, i could feel the undertones of your inspirations, which draws into the story and makes it feel like a classically writen piece.....
The personification of person=wolf is right on! we all feel the weary, tired of life on our shoulders, we have all been battered and bruised, we survive because of the will to do what we must....just as the wolf will do...
Another great, Aveira Originall! fabulous my friend!:)
alot of meaning in this piece ... imagery is very impressive and detail in great... i did see the Poe onfluence in this alot... overall nice job on this!!!
I completely agree with Bud. The imagery used was excellent. You worked it in to the poem and its meaning very well. It flowed nicely. Like a story with in a poem. Nice work once again.
The metaphor you have chosen is Excellent! The wolf represent many things in life. Not just a beast or monster. But also strength, survival, a leader to take care and protect his pack! One who'll survive the onslaught of nature's fury! The one to be served by those he serves and guides! A pillar of strength, in short! Outstanding piece or poetry, as usual and to be expected, Aveira!