March 12, 2010 at 6:48 pm (creative writing, exploring interconnectedness, life, poetry, Writing)
Tags: coyote moon, coyotes, love, poem, poetry
probably certifiable knowing
yet still watching the horizon
listening for knocks that never come
you vanishing smoke like
escaping into the winds
teasing tossing tidings via moon
I howl
coyotes reply
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sirenadelfirey said,
April 23, 2010 at 11:15 pm
You weave magic in your words. Thank you for sharing~
adam said,
March 13, 2010 at 2:16 pm
Powerful flow. Read it a few times. Thanks
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:51 pm
Ah, a poem that is read and re-read–is a poem that’s working. So I hope. Hi Adam. Thanks for reading.
Gabrielle Bryden said,
March 13, 2010 at 9:15 am
Heart wrenching love poem! I hate it when they vanish smoke like into the winds. Great poem.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:18 pm
Ah Gabrielle…
lurainpenny said,
March 13, 2010 at 2:14 am
Wonderful.
Hope al is well.
Love,
LuRain
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47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:19 pm
Hey again, Lurain! You’re so kind to visit and enjoy.
lesliepaints said,
March 13, 2010 at 1:14 am
Beautiful. “teasing tossing tidings”. Love it.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:20 pm
Merci, Leslie.
slpmartin said,
March 13, 2010 at 12:02 am
The flow and tone of the lines is just magic….well done.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:20 pm
Ya like that, slp? I wonder what it would sound like if you read it…
Gerardine Baugh said,
March 12, 2010 at 9:58 pm
Sweet!
“you vanishing smoke like
escaping into the winds”
Coyotes can and do disappear so fast.
Gerardine
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:18 pm
as can lovers
wordwand said,
March 12, 2010 at 9:35 pm
hi thanks for your comment in my blog.I’m from casablanca, the most populated city in Morocco.as to the movie, I love it ; it’s a masterpiece.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:23 pm
I believe you, wordwand. OH what a city to live in!!! Lucky you. Thanks for coming all the way from Morocco to visit!
wordwand said,
March 12, 2010 at 9:04 pm
a lovely poem, I love the aliteration in the sixth line.
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:21 pm
Oh wordwand, I have to watch the aliteration and the consonance–very very tempting to overdo them. grins
Doraz said,
March 12, 2010 at 8:36 pm
Right on this one! 🙂 Happy weekend!
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:25 pm
Ditto 2 u, Doraz!
Webeneezer Scrooge said,
March 12, 2010 at 7:24 pm
are you native people??
47whitebuffalo said,
March 13, 2010 at 11:24 pm
No I am not ‘native people’. Are you? (I suspect there’s a pun coming soon on this score.) grins.