Life Anew
Her light silver fur
Blows like a leaf in the wind,
Taking her away.
She closes her eyes
And sees tragedy again
Sees only more pain.
A single howl breaks
Through the icy winter winds
Without a reply.
She trudges onward,
Forever lost in this world
This bitter cold world.
She stumbles and falls
Into the snow, oh so soft
And dreams of her home.
Dreams of dark forests,
Of the ancient lands she loved
Of the final hunt.
She breathes slowly now,
As cold turns to gentle warmth
She looks at the moon.
A beacon of hope,
Her light in a dying world,
As it fades away.
She, and only she,
Hears the howls of those long gone,
As they call her home.
Her bright yellow eyes
Softened and dimmed by her age
Glow like golden suns.
The northern lights shine
As wolves run across the sky
Beckoning to her.
She stands, so fragile,
And runs up into the sky,
Joyfully smiling.
She is young again,
Eyes like the sun, fur like silk
Running on the stars.
As the lights vanish,
A body lies in the snow,
Buried by the wind.
Its light silver fur
Is flat, its eyes now blank white,
Its mouth a sad smile.
A single howl breaks
Through the icy winter winds
Followed by many.
In a dark forest
In an ancient land beloved,
They hunt once again.
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The Awakened Soul
Robert Frost. Maya Angelou. Langston Hughes. Famous poets all. I do not dare dream of raking among them. I am a budding poet, rising up in the world. While poetry has nothing to do with my life goals, it is a great passion of mine. I often find myself writing poetry in my head during what little free time I have. My poems are usually in unique or original forms, such as the Haiku Story (17 haikus that all tell a story together), which I am confident I was the first to do. My poems are very symbolic, or deeply personal. I like to fantasize reality, and/or reference to my life. For example, the line "When they used the orange jump ropes, so whorled/As ropes to fell her, and he said that slur" in my poem, Vigil, is a reference to a real bullying incident I experienced, in which a group of boys tied me up with jump ropes (very unpleasant). I also find that it helps the mysticism of a poem if the title is short, and the word(s) of the title are not in the poem. I would greatly appreciate it if you would critique my work, but not flat-out insult it. Thank you for taking the time to read this, and please, enjoy the works of the many great poets on this site.
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