I am Wolf
running
howling
moon growling
grit beneath my feet
bones betwixt my teeth
Feral
fair all these
bright days
searing nights
sounding before me
tree breath
filling these lungs
lunge
leap
yowling
frame chained
to clock
to desk
yet
soul untethered unleashed
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Jilly, you’ve captured that wild wolf feeling so well. Love what you did here:
Feral
fair all
So well done. I can hear the howling (only here it is the coyote)
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Thanks, Victoria! Can’t even get my dog to howl – guess it’s up to me!
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My little Papillion howls!
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OH! I would love to see that! Papillions are such characters 🙂 My dog disdains anything she feels is below her – I think she rolls her eyes when I howl.
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“moon growling” — YES. I love this. I think I DO this. 😉
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A little howl and a little growl is good for the soul 🙂 Have at it, baby! I’m right there with ya!
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This is a wonderful way to represent the sounds… I feel the sound of night.. So inspiring.
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Glad you stopped by!
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I love this, especially those final lines ‘frame chained to clock to desk – yet soul untethered unleashed’
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Shh! Don’t tell that I wrote this at work today! 🙂
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Haha, your secret is safe! ;o) xxx
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Let it out, wild and free ~
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Oh, yeah! I can feel a good howl coming on 🙂
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howwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwl
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Sorta like a primal scream! Thanks for howling along 🙂
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It was a primal response to the poem that’s for sure.Stirring stuff.
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I wonder how many of us like to think we’re like that just beneath the skin? Especially when the moon is full 🙂
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I’m not one to hide my inner wolf – ‘course, it unnerves the neighbors… 😉
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They won’t nag you about keeping the trees pruned I imagine 🙂
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Oh yeah, those trees. Hanging over the fence, they are.
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Provocative.
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Chained to clock and desk … the wild wolf within longing to be free. Well drawn words!
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Thanks!
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I love the first four lines.
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Grrrruff! I mean.. Thanks! 😉
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My goodness this is good!❤️ I love “frame chained to clock to desk yet soul untethered unleashed.”
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Thank you, my friend!
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All of us in our offices feel that way. Wonderful.
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I think we should all have a good howl sometime after lunch – it might shake up the boss!
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This is delightful! I didn’t see the turn coming, which made it all the better. Thought it was a literal wolf in the woods, which would have been awesome, too; but a wolf chained to the clock, to the desk, though sad, is wonderfully poetic.
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Thanks, Linda! Written whilest at my desk and longing to run!
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Ah, yes, the wolf within, the stuff of Gothic legend–we all have animal totems & spirit–mine is wolverine. Nice us of the prompt.
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grit beneath my feet
bones betwixt my teeth
In the words of that great vocalist from the Ohio Players, “Yow! Gurl!” You tuned into your inner wolf and gave her voice. Full-moon worthy!
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(and check out who introduces them!)
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Got me burnin’ got me burnin’!
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Loved this! 🙂
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The wild wolf is growling and howling. We’ve done it here, usually just on payday. followed by a certain illness. Yours sounds way more natural. I like the “tree breath” filling his lungs.
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Thanks! I work in the land of teenagers and when the end of the school-year is in sight, there is much howling – mostly by teachers 🙂
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I would think that began their happy place
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Yes, just not soon enough!
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The important thing is that the soul is untethered.
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Indeed! Thanks for stopping by 🙂
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I love your image of aliveness despite chains of time and drudgery.
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Exactly the feel I was going for. Thanks for reading 🙂
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I love and respect the intelligence and beauty of wolves. You capture their wild spirit wonderfully, Jilly.
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Thanks, Gayle!
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And may your soul always be untethered and unleashed!
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Wait… that sounds like a toast. Let’s try it out, shall we?
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. . . and may you stay forever young.
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This is great. I like out everything, the soul, is howling and free, except the physical tethering to desk and clock.
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I keep reading this over and over, it’s so good! Love how you switched from the images of the wolf running free, to being chained to our work, then acknowledging that our souls still run free. 🙂
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Thank you!
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I love the wild, ‘unleashed’ feel to all of this. The photo is perfect.
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Thanks! I have way too many pictures of the night sky out my back door. We have amazing clouds here, day & night, and my camera is often turned that way.
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I do the same. Usually the sky is some shade of pink, red, or purple when I snap away.
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Love “moon growling”
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i like the sense of freedom in this piece, shedding clothes and running in the wild, the wolves rely on sense we are forgetting we have.
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