Wolf moon finds me
hungering – no
I am not a wolf
but I am starved
in this month of storms
snow blocking doors
temperatures dropping
Temperatures rising
flames of creativity
steaming panes
the season is wrought
belly-aching crave
I am wolf, howling
hoping the moon finds me.
(A bit of word play for Eugi’s Weekly prompt: Wolf moon. Image my own.)
Wonderful words and image, VJ!
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Thanks Susi!
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You’re welcome!
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An excellent piece πππ
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Thank you so much and lovely to meet you. Following.
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You are most welcome
Thank you for your kind words
Thank you for following
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Lovely words and beautiful images to accompany!
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Thank you!
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Do you have a book of poetry? You do such beautiful work..
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Thank you Sheri. I am working on one.
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That’s great! Please let us know. βΊ
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There was this great moon last night. Yellowish and near. But love the draw of a wolfish creativity. And I’m a lover of anything regarding the moon.
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Me too!
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Truly magical, your poem and image, VJ! Fabulous lines –
“the season is wrought
belly-aching crave”
Thank you so much for joining in.
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Thank you Eugi!
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My pleasure, VJ!
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Love it!
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Thanks!
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The only way forward, the only way at all, to create in the midst of it all, I’m most certain (by the poem) that moon has found you already.
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Lol….are you saying I’m loony and I show it.
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Lol, tempting, but no.
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Ha, ha ha
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Excellent! The image is lovely too!
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Thank you!
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You are welcome.
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Nice… looks like one of the filters from the Painnt app.
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Thanks. The original is a pencil and ink sketch. I did use a filter to create this version.
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Beautiful lines… and colours.
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Thanks Lia!
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You’re welcome VJ. π
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Again, the image and text intertwine so wonderfully. I happened to go outside last night and turned to encounter the moon rising through tree branches. That was a special moment. There must be times when being the wolf is astounding. Even though the search for food might be hard.
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Thanks so much. I’m so drawn by the moon.
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So powerful! π β€
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Thank you!
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You’re welcome! The information from Pinterest says the picture of the misty forest is from Silver falls area, Oregon! π β€
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So I wasn’t far off! Beautiful countryside.
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howls πΊπ€
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I’ve been feeling that belly-aching crave for creativity all week. Your poem gives it voice. I love the image! I think it’s one of your best.
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It sure stirs us. Thanks Liz. This image has a home on our walls.
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I thought it might!
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Love this, V.J. As I read your poem I am looking out the window at a setting full moon. How did you know? π
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We’re looking at the same moon, LuAnne! Love it.
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Cool!
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