There is something quite powerful under the surface of the poem. I have lingered here with the thought of a lone wolf who still howls at an unseen moon - one masked by clouds. He knows to howl because he feels to howl...he senses the moon and his instinct takes over. This is a stunning picture in my mind, and I think of the freedom of the wolf who cares not if he is heard, but howls because he simply MUST.
Nature is driven by instinct, it is a sometimes violent system, but it involves no greed or ulterior motive. The hunter will kill its prey, then the hunter will become the prey perhaps. The system equalizes itself and creatures don't seem to second guess themselves...maybe squirrels in the road :)
Obviously the wolf got my attention - I love wild things - but your words "In a world of billions so many ants get crushed, the ones that don't will raid the picnic without a care." are powerful as well.
Well, I have gone on here...this moved me.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
I am so thrilled that the poem moved you... I always love when my words touch people. Thank you.
Easy to turn a blind eye, easy for dirt to hide, but it will be there and until it's gone we will know it's always there.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Yes we will, just hope we remember instead of putting it in the back of our minds.... thank you Ana.. read moreYes we will, just hope we remember instead of putting it in the back of our minds.... thank you Ana.
8 Years Ago
Aye well the pack has a responsibility and what we can't achieve we leave burden to our Cubs...
It IS easy to ignore what gets swept under the rug. The single-most contributing factor to the callousness in society today is the inability/unwillingness of the masses to simply care. In what can be a wasteland of crushed picnic raiders, it's good to know that one lone wolf listens, notices and throws his head back to moan.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you for sharing your perceptive thoughts... much appreciated.
The wolf is watchful, a wise animal...Its time we heeded his cries. Superb picturization of a clouded, dark jungle night. Brilliant thoughts...You are matchless.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you sweetie... I am happy when you enjoy my work.
really like this one, such depth between the lines...yes, the ants will destroy the picnic...all those who are stomped under feet, pesky poor people who will one day spoil the picnic of the rich...and the wolves watch all this from outside the flames, just waiting till dark...all will come out then.
j.
Posted 8 Years Ago
8 Years Ago
Thank you Jacob... I hope one day the little ant can take over.
It's better to be dead and cool than alive and uncool
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Birth name: Dale Deadmond
Born November 20th, 1969
Metaphorically speaking music is my BFF and poetry is my soulmate.
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my favorite poets are E.A. Poe, Dylan Thomas, R.. more..