Shadows

[miyako73]

I, too, ask if they are wolves
Roaming the forests for bones
And veins that no longer pulsate
Because stinging bees are dying
From the sweets of ivy blossoms
Blooming like lilies and butterflies.

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is an utterly astonishing poem - both for the several mysteries it contains: e.g. to whom are you referring when you say "I, too"? and what has brought about this seemingly moribund condition of life on earth - but it is equally astonishing for the concision and vividness of it as a poem. It's remarkable, truly remarkable, and I sincerely hope it will get all the attention it deserves.

[hillwalker]

Great imagery, miyako. I'm not sure I understand what lies behind this poem.... but that's not the point. Another enigmatic piece that will as always repay repeated reading.

[Delta40]

sounds like it refers to some change in the weather

[hack]

Yeah, this is very good, Miyako!
It is open to many interpretations.
It is vivid and leads you into the
forest and does not bring you back.
Very good...peace...

[Song of Mercy]

Great imagery, miyako. I'm not sure I understand what lies behind this poem.... but that's not the point. Another enigmatic piece that will as always repay repeated reading.


This statement captures my thoughts.

There is power here and it seems a wistful remorse. I can relate how it makes me feel though I cannot understand fully what it means.

[miyako73]

It can be derangement, depression, deceitful love, failed relationship. It's very open to several interpretations.

I was smoking a cigarette when the images-dark shadows, verdant forests, dying bees deceived by ivy blooms-popped up in my head. And that was after remembering the poem by a Mexican feminist writer that said:

Men,
Are they gods or wolves?
If gods,
why do they howl when the night looms open?

Sorry to the guys. I'm not a man-hater. I'm not what I write. :)

[Bar22do]

What you write claims nothing, I love the unique freedom you take with associations and thus allow our subconscious to immerse in whatever your poetic "stimuli" awake in it... a very good stuff.

Bar