Trying a different kind of poetic structure, play in the sun while you've got it |
Fur and Feathers Seeking validation, from a sun that doesn't shine Behind a darkened veil, a silver moon reflects As wolves so far beneath it, they howl and they pine In packs, consolidation, the night, it hides defects Concealing the hollows, 'neath furrows of the soul With picture perfect portraits, tweeted in the dark Feelings that follow, a need to feel whole Split between partitions, with hemispheres stark When light can't shine on everyone, some shadows they must fall Ones in veiled darkness, must step into the light Frantic wolves will take their runs, 'tween objects long and tall Balancing desires, hidden in plain sight Yearning to run amidst the beams, a silhouette on show A cryptic shift of shadow, in the corner of the eye Living halfway on the seams, as dusk and twilight go The pack can only give so much, the soul it longs to fly Yet wolves, their place lies in the night, accustomed as they are Grounded by a forest moon, reflecting on the day In shadows, static, bound from flight, a dream of flying far With tethered wings and feathered things, weathered where they play At dreams of being whole again, two hemispheres merged Schemes of spreading feathered wings, into a sky so bright Yet Icarus, he warns again, his dire warning urged … the sun can only shine on those, who step into light |