Black wolf called me out
from under my warm white sheets
into my naked darkness.
Her beady eyes glaring down on me
my judge, jury and executioner.
Lonely night of death dripping
fear gripping my body
both longing and afraid.
Teeth snarling, spitting, ferocious
and hungry for the remnants of my sorrow
lurking behind Pleiades
squatting in the heavens
pacing, and waiting.
Then she lunges
Gnashing, Growling, Snarling, Tearing
Shaking me free of the bindings
Of my sorrow.
All that remains
Is Hemmingway’s honest and true
bare bones, naked night, no excess, no fluff
Just the boney truth, the pure and the true.
Humbled by her ferocious hunger
shaky gratitude moistens my face
at the feet of my
I actually wrote this poem months ago in Santa Fe after being awoken by some force and pulled outside to sit under the stars during the Pleiades and two beady stars above kept piercing through me. I grabbed my journal and wrote this poem pretty close to what it is today.
Tonight, I decided I was tired of waiting for it to be better and I just wanted to get it out there. The Universe appreciates speed or so they say, so create and share! I want to start posting more often, I miss it.
Thanks for reading and let me know if it resonates.
“At the feet of the beady eyed liberator!” Yes. It resonates… “pleiades squatting…” It is boney, piercing truth. Thank you.
Oh wow….yes, when Kali comes….only the naked truth remains….a good smelling one hopefully! Much love, TIZI
Create and Prosper!