Friday, July 31, 2015

of wolves and fury.


I am wary of contentment.

a cloaked black wolf from the dream
her feet tough and dirty
from miles and miles of running
through swamps to arrogant mountain tops
back again, through the fire
that she started

I am wary of confinement.

speak softly and choose your words
before you touch my head,
prove me wrong
give me your air and open the door
stroke the tender vestiges of unfurling
hidden behind my teeth

I am suspicious, but not afraid.
© 7.31.2015 heather brager
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6 comments:

  1. raw poetry by donna snyderAugust 2, 2015 at 6:40 PM

    Your poetry continues to grow and distill, all at the same time.

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  2. raw poetry by donna snyderAugust 2, 2015 at 6:41 PM

    Your poetry continues to grow and distill, all at the same time.

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  3. touchingtheartAugust 2, 2015 at 7:01 PM

    Donna. 💗

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  4. Michael ToddJanuary 18, 2016 at 4:01 PM

    Nice balance.

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  5. Justin Lee BrownFebruary 25, 2016 at 1:48 AM

    Yet another jewel of a find. Man. It's great to be kicking around again. I've forgotten how much I've missed this, reading your older poems, looking out across your rich landscapes, stories drenched in truth, steeped in old soul. Lovely. Thank you.

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  6. touchingtheartFebruary 25, 2016 at 4:05 AM

    Thank you very much. I'm honored that you stopped by to read.

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