The Grey Wolf Comes Hunting
The threat of pain and tears to despise
The taste of suffering, lapped from dreaming eyes
I awake each day to repetition's wild side
The Grey Wolf comes hunting my every endeavor
Hell's executioner, poised, and adorned in leather
O' punishment I surrender, arms open wide
I love no beauty from the light retired
I have come to embrace the pain, so God-inspired
Far, far passing, even my drink has grown tired
The Grey Wolf comes hunting, my pride to keep
Even as I write I recognize, there will be no sleep
O' punishment I still sing accompanied by flute and lyre
That which once did flee, today has returned to see
A strange fashion of forsaking whatever gods may be
Black as the pit that has somehow, illustrated to me
That Grey Wolf comes hunting and has my soul afire
What became of those bloodhounds, the mystics did inquire
O' sweet punishment, has set free my misery...
Tony Taylor
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This is a brilliant write Tony. You've portrayed your ability to smile at the pain you endure while you hold head high in dark verses. It's a paradox that works so well. Speaks to the strength you have acquired through your faith and spiritual quest. The part..."What became of those bloodhounds, the mystics did inquire"...insanely clever addition
Thanx for the " insanely clever addition!" comment brother.....I was wondering if anyone would touch upon that line..... and I DO thank you for recognizing it!!.....I look forward to your insightful comments and quotes LOST!!..... as always......a pleasure!_......smiles.....your cyber-friend and admirer......T xo ?☀✴✳
What is it about the wolf...the image/idea of which speaks to something deep and dark in the furthest recesses of our ancient, primeval psyche?!
Is it that, somewhere in our shared past, we humans brought some of their ancestors into our homes and made them part of our lives and families? Or is there something inherent in the wolf's innate nature that we see mirrored in our own...canny and yet uncanny...other and yet the same?! The hour between three and four o'clock in the morning is commonly referred to, in many cultures, as the wolf-hour (in Swedish, vargtimmen ... in Middle-English, Uht); that hour of the night where sleep eludes us and our demons (or should that be daemons!?!) stare at us, like wolves, from the shadows. It's the time we are most susceptible to pain: both physical and psychological...the hour of most suicides, as it happens.
Homo homini lupus est...a man is a wolf to other men.
In this subtly elusive poem, you grasp at many of these questions/ideas...I think you may even have (tantalisingly) touched on a few answers...before they evaporate once more into the shadows...much like a wolf!
I particularly love the rhyme-scheme here...it creates a sense of the uncanny which forces the reader to slow down and encounter the poem on its own terms; something which all true art must do.
This makes it, in short, a triumph...of a poet over the empty page and a man over his own pain and demons; wielding his pen as a trusty weapon against all.
Keep wielding!!
J ;)
Wow JASON!!.....that's, hands down, the most in-depth comment I've ever received !!.....first, how is it that you have so much information at your fingertips concerning wolves? A play you were in or something? Because that's a LOT of ready information to have at hand. Impressive! ~to say the least!!....I LOVE it!!.....always amazes me what "flips on the switch" for a person. But in response to your question, what is it about wolves? I think it's because cultures for thousands of years have either feared or revered them to the extreme, and I think that's because of their inherent predatory nature. There are depictions of humans riding atop wolves like horses, and strange fears of wolves being witches under a spell of some sort. I'm sure we could go on for a long time about the history of wolves with humans. Werewolves etc. Did you know that wolves are the MOST researched animal in all of human-animal endeavor? I'm sure you did. Any way, sorry to ramble it's just such interesting subject matter. (smiles) As for the way you broke down my poem....there isn't anyone on COSMO who's opinion I respect more, as a writer, than yours. You and DBLANK (Merrill) are my favorite poets on the entire site right now. So for you to have taken the time that you did with this was an honor and truly made my day. Especially the fact that you mentioned the rhyme scheme in the light that you did!! You my friend, are a gentleman and a scholar and I appreciate, very much, your fine review. Be well. Your friend and admirer.......T xo ?☀✴✳♥
Great write Tony....LOVE IT
Hey thanx Sir LORRIS!!......appreciate it VERY much my friend !!......smiles....T xo ?☀✴✳
Hi Tony, I really enjoyed this, one of my friends always talks about feeding the good wolf..by feeding the bad wolf you are allowing yourself open to bitterness and hatred, where as choosing kindness over hatred feeds the good wolf thus starving the bad wolf
I don't know why but your poem reminded me to feed the good wolf
Love
Lorna
XX
That is so cool LORNA!!.....I hadn't heard that before and I can see the profundity inherent within it......hope you don't mind if I pass that along some time......thanx so much for sharing this sister girl!!......ttyl.......Hugs-n-smiles!!......T xo ?☀✴✳
I don't mind at all, we should all feed the good wolf from time to time :D
xx
Creating beauty out of suffering. Amazing, shows your strength and determination. I am more a meat and potatoes poet. You are the fine literature poet, like Cherie. The best of the best.
Dear poet sister SHIRLEY!!....thanx so much for the "way groovy" feedback.....while I didn't set out initially to "create beauty out of suffering" it is interesting how consistent the feedback has been in that regard!!......I appreciate your taking time with this one SHIRLEY!!....and I look forward to reading more of your stuff as well!!......smiles.......T xo ?☀✴✳
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
The Lobo comes to seek me out
With his voracious appetite
I hide in darkness afraid of him
But he finds me in the night
His punishment I now accept
Setting free my misery
My soul now burns with passion
What will be was meant to be
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
Dear poet brother LARRY!!....... this is downright "scary accurate"....... your mighty pen should have a name of its own.......when I think of an appropriate one..... I'll shine a spotlight on it...... you're a wizard bro!!....... spooky cool!!.......LOVE and ROCKETS!!......T xo ?☀✴✳♥
My Dear Brother Poet Tony,
How about naming it "Tony Junior".
Peace, Love and Rockets,
Larry xxx
One of your best writes my poet friend ## poetry of the highest order ##
embracing pain in a subtle manner ##
I hope you're coping well with God's grace ##
hugs
Leah
A fine write yet again showcasing your assured touch and prime technique with the pen !
Lovely work.
Take care my friend.
:)