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"Beware, the Ides of March"*,
under the full moon,
I intuit the foreboding
of a darkness
coming soon.
In my dreams,
I heard you sorrowing,
your wolf howl
haunting, harrowing.
haunting, harrowing.
Waking in tears, I try
to decode the message
in your cry :
in your cry :
such mournfulness, your very essence,
premonition? prescience?
Two paths possible ahead:
one to beloved beaches far,
the other one
to where you are.
to where you are.
I, left to wonder,
with hope and dread,
with hope and dread,
to which one
I am being led.
[* from the play Julius Caesar]
Okay, I dont really think I'm going to die soon - still way too much to do! But used for effectiveness here, for Susan's Mid-Week Motif challenge: the Ides of March, or prescience. Cool prompt! Do check out the other offerings...........full moon poems - there will be some good reading!
Two roads--I think you and I are somewhat on the same wave length today Sherry---really gorgeous work!
ReplyDeleterecently i read that the wolf is coming back around the Oregon and Washington area but have also read tragic stories of murderous humans that have killed many with automatic weapons while flying in a helicopter. the ides is a mythological narrative of a 'faction' point in time perpetuated by creative historians. your choice of beach and meeting with your wolf 'Pup' are indisputable and hopefully of rich prescience. either way we have been made richer because of your lovely writ of word
ReplyDeletewish for you, mi amiga, to have a day, a week of contentment; etc., etc., etc,.*
*King and I
Or another altogether .... Would the Ides be for the wolves or the narrator? Either way, it seems that more than two roads are possible. When you move, something will be lost as well as something gained. The wolves will miss you.
ReplyDeletei think if you listen to your heart...you will find your path...and in the end only you can choose...and you have to live with that decision as well...i think you will be fine sherry...smiles.
ReplyDeleteMaybe if you start walking forward, fate will decide which path you see under your feet. Beautiful poem.
ReplyDeletehope you find your calling Sherry! and you have! :)
ReplyDeletethe lines are so haunting and beautiful....and we are all being led to the path of light... :)
ReplyDeleteHaunting lines and apt to lines. Loved the rhyming ends :)
ReplyDeleteHope your path leads you where you are meant to be and you enjoy it!
ReplyDeleteSadness haunts and pulls your images into focus! I vote beach, the sea is where your heart belongs~
ReplyDeleteIt brings into focus of the ultimate in everyone's life. Invariably it is not something readily talked about! Nicely Sherry!
ReplyDeleteHank
PS We write about the same thing but I had no inkling it being so!
Beach rock pools and the sounds of the sea....Watch" Cast Away" to get the feel and sound of the of the sea. The sea the sea is calling you.
ReplyDeleteCURIOUS....mysterious ways...life takes its own choices
ReplyDeleteI heard you sorrowing is so beautiful in some ways..those paths do tend to creep up in the night don't they..hopefully we are guided to the best one
ReplyDeleteLove that you have those choices...I would started from beaches...~ those wolf's tears...maybe your spirit asks to move, to act, make a choice...
ReplyDeleteIn Chinese astrology we are in the year of the wooden horse, and the time of rabbit dreaming moon...you will be well!
ReplyDeleteSherry, you are being led to the BEACHES. Trust that. You are not meant to follow Pup....yet. In time, in a lot of time, but not yet. You have more beach time in your life.
ReplyDeleteA powerful poem - and a bit shivery!
ReplyDeleteHow interesting to find the two voices & paths calling you ~ Hopefully it will be the beach, filled with lovely memories ~ Take care Sherry ~
ReplyDeleteThis was both eerie and touching, Sherry. Sometimes we slip into those states where we wonder what lies ahead...beyond the obvious. I loved this piece!
ReplyDeletea bit of foreboding here - I wonder what will come next? ~
ReplyDeletei know what my choice would be...smiles... and i bet you as well
ReplyDeleteThat last stanza was stunning, Sherry. And doesn't it always come down to choices? This had an eerie foreboding. In other words, it was great! Love, Amy
ReplyDeleteThe roads..as heard in a wolf's cry.. really very stark choices you have here.. or simply go ahead and maybe the wolf howled for someone else...
ReplyDeleteA stunning write, Sherry. I sensed the helplessness here. I know this feeling all too well.
ReplyDeletePamela ox
it fits so well. I love the tone Sherry
ReplyDeletelove the mystery in the ides of march and the two paths that are possible.
ReplyDeleteReally like the sounds of the prompt and you certainly did a great job writing to it, Sherry.
ReplyDeleteElizabeth