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Wed 7 Jan, 2004 08:20 pm
Inspired by the Irish in all of all:
Lifting his head, a bestial thing,
Eyes tightly closed in celestial ring,
Dismisses us all with a howling of
Years, and cubs that shiver near
monogamous pack
Calling, thief..thief..
And the echoes come back
"I do what I do..."
It's humans who lack
The honor that we possess in our
Wild waywardness.
Hear me call?
Cold Wolf Moon
Hi, Letty. An interesting poem.
Thanks, edgar. Could not sleep. Actually, Mikey gave me the idea. He said there was a cold wolf moon out and it caught my imagination. I do wish more people would post in the original writing forum.
I don't post stories here anymore because I am working on a collection intended for publication. If I get rejected too many times I could change my mind. In the meantime, I don't have time to do more than the few verses I throw in almost daily -
Well, good luck to you, Edgar, my friend. 'course luck has absolutely nothing to do with it, unless you know someone who knows someone.
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Long live the wolf if he keeps us in our place. Cold wolf moon sounds so romantic. Maggie
cusick, there are phrases that simply capture our imagination, and the beauty of them, is that everyone continually sees them in a new light. You thought romantic, I thought cold and predatory, but somewhat exciting.
letty i thank you for coming up with something that mirrors what the ancient irish thought of the moon when it was full i find that nature has not lost its people in this world continue the good work
the dark lord
Dark Lord, Welcome to A2K. Mikey, who is very Irish, gave me the phrase, and it captured my imagination. I do hope that you will submit your pieces to the original writing category.
i will letty and i thank you for the welcome
the dark lord
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