WolfQuill Poetry

Tuesday, June 2, 2015

I am the Wolf

Sometimes in the darkest hour of night. before the sky shows any revealing light... I call to the Wolf of my spirit, bid him come, that I might hear His brave heart thrum. Then I close my eyes and reach out longingly... then that magnificent creature is ME. No man’s fists will assail me now and... Sign in to see full entry.

Cleanse the Earth

There is nothing that to this world I would add... but with the power to destroy I would rise up to rid this earth of housing tracts that voraciously eat the earth...chewing up all open space. Squatting there, rotting, no pride of ownership. And those low income housing high rises, where curl the... Sign in to see full entry.

What Lies Beneath

Flowers of spring have begun to bloom. Bright spots of color in Winter’s gloom. In Winter’s gloom do flowers bloom. And what feeds their questing roots? What lies below these winter snows, where a beautiful flower grows? A terrible secret from summer’ days does hide where no human knows. On an eve... Sign in to see full entry.

Writers

4) "Amateurs sit and wait for inspiration;the rest of us just get up and work." -- Stephen King So many elitists in a beret, sitting in cafes waiting for a bit of inspiration that may sometime waft their way. Pretensions and illusions call taking a toll on production. Lines scratched out, paper... Sign in to see full entry.

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