Saturday, February 22, 2020

The Last Afternoon





The Last Afternoon


It was a day where even
the rain holds a grudge.
I'm too dry for rain
to do much good; too old
for paper castles
to wall out
the night coming,
the grey wolf walking.
Only love can do that,
on the last afternoon

when I'll
hold her head
heavy with wolf-dreams
on my knees.


February 2020







a 55 for



(and a reminder that the Friday 55 will be next week)













Image: photo-manipulation © Sarolta Ban    Fair Use

23 comments:

  1. Beautifully done. It's great to be back here again.

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    1. Thanks Anthony. Good to see and read you, too.

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  2. You had me at the first line Joy! I love the imagery in this. Simply beautiful writing! I love the idea of "wolf-dreams on my knees"!

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    1. Thank you Carrie. I am enjoying the Sunday Muse, and appreciate your work there.

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  3. Beautifully written, Hedge, it made enjoyable reading. I appreciate the Flash Poem format, it worked out goad.
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  4. Oh that closing makes my heart ache.......her head, heavy with wolf-dreams. So beautiful it hurts.

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    1. Thank you dear Sherry. Your own poem made me cry for what is gone.

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  5. Sherry says it perfectly ... so beautiful it hurts, and makes for misty eyes.

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    1. Thank you Helen. I always love to see you hear--you have been following my poetry since the very beginning and I appreciate it.

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  6. Love the grudge-holding rain and the head heavy with wolf-dreams. Great word pictures!

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  7. Oh gosh, I adore that ending. And as you know, I can relate. There is a such a gentleness here, a having come to terms with things, that is sad but also satisfying and in its way, peaceful. I'm so glad I have your poetry to experience again, Joy.

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  8. There is peace at knowing where we are and who we are in life. I'm not sure I will enter the wolf dream in silence. Cat will have to get my tongue first. :)

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    1. Sometimes silence can speak, too, Susie. I absolutely loved your poem for this one.

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  9. Fantastic opening lines -- "It was a day where even / the rain holds a grudge." Brings us right into the poem, we're with you for the ride. "heavy with wolf-dreams / on my knees." is terrific.

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  10. This brought me over the edge of tears. That line about "holding her head/heavy with wolf-dreams" just sliced right through bone.

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    1. Thank you,both for the comment and for the pleasure of finding your writing.

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  11. add my voice to the choir, on that last stanza ~

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  12. Oh, Oh! The times I've had to say goodbye to my small friends are emblazoned in my heart. Love does that. Love. On any last afternoon.

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  13. M. Thanks for reading. When Friday rolls around I seem to hear the 55 knocking at the muse's door these days. Always think of you, and Galen.

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  14. I always imagine wolf dreams to be wild and free.

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  15. I love that final image of a big, sweet, old sleepy wolf face in your lap.

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"We make out of the quarrel with others, rhetoric, out of the quarrel with ourselves, poetry." ~William Butler Yeats