wolves

rumors on 48th street say
nothing about you, nothing
that says the truth to me,
didn't say something
about the day you found
you still have it in you,
the mortality that gives
us a glimpse of the cross
we all have to bear,
the face of peace etched
on the man's face, the night
he knelt on the church-pew,
and begged for his conscience
back, because he's beginning
to know he has lost the power
to feel, no one cares anymore
if this is true, he could
fall in love, he could kill
just the same, feel nothing,
every time they walk by him,
he walks through them,
giving them hope, the rumors
could happen anytime,
the fear, the indecision lingers,
it gives them pleasure,
that wolves and sheeps,
both inhabit their place

Reviews

[Érenn]

Steph Wow I decided to read one of your latest writes first and this one is so powerful and what impact it carries. First the way you have maintained your structure here and the flow in this poem is amazing . I think this one just flowed from your pen, very few edits made after the draft was done... the no breaking of verses might very well be the proof. I love the metaphors used here. In this world where both wolves and sheep live together, this one is very universal and can interpreted in so many ways. For me this one read in three ways. How violence has destroyed many a family and so many precious lives lost in the senseless acts which those performing it find it very cool. There is also angle of corruption involved here, very subtle but it is present. The third way i interpreted felt like the inner demons and the virtues that lie within our own selves and how the conflict within happens.... Loved it. Thank you for sharing

[highonwords]

thank you so much errenn for your comprehensive insight and wonderful visit - wrote it this morning - just came out of my head - thank you, my friend :)

best,
steph

[Érenn]

You're welcome ^^ I do enjoy reading your writes always something unique yet very much present in our vicinity ^^ And most of all your love for poetry can always be seen in your writes ^^

[highonwords]

thank you, my friend - i do love to write so much :)

steph

[gabrielle]

This makes me think of the church. The wolves, the crocs are all welcome to enter but unfortunately, sometimes the clergy becomes wolves as well.

[highonwords]

we just pray for them, ate gabs - and we pray for ourselves, too - always vigilant to run away from the wolves - inside and outside us

thanks,
steph

[Bacchus]

inside and outside us... yes.
working out our faith with fear and trembling.
while we are as shrewd as serpents and innocent like doves.
yes.

[highonwords]

that innocence inside us is very precious, is priceless - i am not talking about naivete, which is totally different from it - that innocence is needed so we can love others, have faith in others, that the world could count on us, because we can count on ourselves and others

regards,
steph

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it gets desperate for a man or woman when he or she could love or kill and would feel the same either way.
indecision that leads to ambivalence that leads to pure apathy....

and just a numb heart.

j.

[highonwords]

the apathy is scary - the crime on the news - the gory details in movies - as if cruelty is virtuous, makes people 'cool' - doesn't affect people anymore - same old story - tragic and sad
- families being destroyed

steph