I’ve lived with a currency of hope
far too long,
my dreams: scattered pieces of
this puzzle called Life.
No answer to these questions
burning inside me
like the flames of a dreamer emanating
the soul of a she-wolf.
Without her strength
without her power
without her passion
her puzzle would not be
complete
April 18, 2018 at 10:21 pm
Love your post!
This puzzle of life
will not end,
Time, relevance
fade with age.
April 18, 2018 at 10:26 pm
Thank you! It took some time to write. I feel like my puzzle is my combined interests, so I want to figure it out.
That is very true that it will not end or be completed, as my last word suggests. Complete, to me, means knowing which piece to be: the writer/poet, the friend, the dreamer/idealist, etc.
April 19, 2018 at 9:05 am
A very wonderful composition.
April 19, 2018 at 9:07 am
Thank you!!
April 19, 2018 at 4:58 pm
I love this poem. It’s beautiful. “…the soul of a she-wolf…” A perfect line. Thanks for visiting my blog!
April 19, 2018 at 5:30 pm
It definitely took some time to write and feel out. You’re welcome, thanks for following my blog too!
April 19, 2018 at 5:40 pm
Thanks for following mine as well! 😁
May 1, 2018 at 1:03 pm
Beautifully u have written this.
May 1, 2018 at 2:39 pm
Thank you!