Sunday, April 17, 2016

Our Song of Tomorrow



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In my dreams I have seen the wolves cry
roaming in search of a place to reside
who will listen to their  warnings signs
reaching for the stars above the pines

lone wolf I hear your songs in the night
apparitions dance under silver moonlight
ancient drums,  walking the spirit realm
owl perched in branches of a winged elm

in the wilderness of our hearts, we bury sorrow
rhythm of life we desire to keep,  not just borrow
we shall sing with the wolves our song of tomorrow

in my dreams I've heard the twigs snap
drinking  in the sweetness of maple sap
walking with ancestors from days past
warriors  beyond the veil running fast

around a roaring fire,  seeking wisdom
eyes gleaming, a brightly colored prism
distant thunder,  a symphony of howls
awakening  as nocturnal life prowls

in the wilderness of our hearts, we bury sorrow
rhythm of life we desire to keep,  not just borrow
we shall sing with the wolves our song of tomorrow

in my dreams, I've spoken in native tongue
remembering  all the songs left unsung
red tailed hawk calls, whispering  in my ear
between the shadow of trees you appear

your gentle spirit hovers mere steps away
everlasting imprints in the moss and clay
an appetite for freedom basic survival
awakening moon announces your arrival

in the wilderness of our hearts, we bury sorrow
rhythm of life we desire to keep,  not just borrow
we shall sing with the wolves our song of tomorrow


Posted for Poets United
A dream shared between friends

Author's Note:  Sherry in an email had used the
phrase " We shall sing with wolves our song of tomorrow"
my muse was inspired and we agreed to both write
a poem this week to share with Poets United. The only
requirement was to use that line somewhere in the poem.

 
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39 comments:

  1. A dream stream with a rhyme scheme that sure did beam, no wolfing out needed. As such a dream is deeded.

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    1. Hi Pat,

      Number one here under my sun! Ah yes, a wonderful dream for sure.

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  2. Ah, the cry of the wolf is such a comforting, though plaintive one...a cry passed down through the centuries, so gentle in its own way, so intelligent. The song of yesterday, the song of tomorrow. Lovely poetry, Truedessa!

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    1. Thanks Mary, A song from the past, with a message for today and hope for tomorrow.

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  3. I had to hop over here first thing to read your poem, my friend. It is SOOOOOOOOOOOO beautiful. I am not surprised to see that we both explored similar themes, the wolves' cry linked to the fate of mankind. And, of course, the Old Ones. This is my new favourite of your poems and thank you for the challenge. I so enjoyed working on mine.

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    1. I am also intrigued that we both inserted chorus stanzas. Wow. On the same frequency.

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    2. Hi Sherry, yes I can see our thoughts were linked in many ways. It is wonderful that we were able to create a poem/song from that one phrase that your muse presented to us. Thanks for taking on the challenge. I read your poem and it is truly beautiful. I will have to bookmark that one!

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  4. I love the interplay of chorus between the narrative stanzas. I wish I had dreams as deep and meaningful as this.

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    1. Thank you Kerry for your thoughtful comment. I am a dreamer but, I am never quite sure what will present itself in the dreamscape.

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  5. Oh this was a delight to read Truedessa, and I love how you and Sherry have written your poems using the same line...similar threads permeate both pieces!

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    1. Hi Donna, Thank you! Sherry shared the line and I thought it might be fun to see what each of us would create.

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  6. What a wonderful song to read.. I really love the thoughts of walking in dreams with a wolf.. I recently read Call of the Wild and this can be a poem for Buck

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    1. Bjorn, I don't believe I've read this book. Thanks for sharing.

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  7. How I love your refrain. I think the pairing of your and Sherry's poems a full meditation and prayer!

    "in the wilderness of our hearts, we bury sorrow
    rhythm of life we desire to keep, not just borrow
    we shall sing with the wolves our song of tomorrow.'

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    1. Hi Susan,

      Thank you, I felt it as a song to be sung perhaps, to the sound of a hoop drum.

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  8. that chorus is what i call life affirming

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  9. How meaningful our dreams...I wish we always can remember and learn from them...as insights and great power in the connection of generations and human's connection with animals...

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    1. Hi Humbird, I think our dreams can teach us much about life and ourselves. Thanks for visiting.

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  10. Oh, this line resonates so deeply for me: "in the wilderness of our hearts, we bury sorrow"--what a stunningly beautiful way to phrase it!

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    1. Thanks CC, sometimes we need to bury the sorrow so we can have a better tomorrow.

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  11. Beautiful! Rhyme done wonderfully well; eloquent, evocative words. I love it!

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    1. Thank you Wendy, so kind of you to visit when you are not feeling well. Take care!

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  12. delightful and lifts the spirit in the most beautifully unusual way...sooo love this poem & specially the refrain Truedessa...

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    1. Thank you Sumana for your visits they are much appreciated.

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  13. Thank you and Sherry for your inspirational poems this week.

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    1. Thank you Old Egg for taking the time to read and comment :)

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  14. Both lovely poems. I hope your wishes may come true.

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  15. I think you have both uniquely and brilliantly created magic with that sentence - my particular favourite was - I've heard the twigs snap
    drinking in the sweetness of maple sap - gave a sense of wonderment and quietly savouring a beautiful dream forest just before everything wakes up

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    1. Thank you Jae Rose - it was therapeutic to write. The muse had to be heard. They say the maple trees did very well this year and there will be plenty of that sweet sap.

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  16. This read so well. I loved the way the words rhymed so excellently. thanks for sharing Truedessa.

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    1. Thank you James for reading :) Always, a pleasure when you visit.

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  17. Wow, what a wonderful poem, Truedessa! I had popped over to thank you for the kind comment about my blog on Alex's post yesterday, and I read your verse that resonates in my heart! That first verse put me immediately on the ice at night in the North hearing the wolves howling at the stars, and that was just the beginning! Have a good one!

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    1. Thanks Fundy, I am glad my words spoke to you. It was nice of Alex to give your blog a shout out as you are indeed a time traveler.

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