We are soulmates,
you and me. I in
my white dress, you
in your white fur.
We rub noses in
display of affection.
Our verdant forest
is where we choose
to stay. Away from
those who would seek
it for their own. This
is our home. Here we
thrive. Forever
soulmates.
http://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/
I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York.
My goal is to create and share poetry with others
who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve
in you, and feel your sparks as well.
Your poem and the picture go really well together!
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Thanks, Dwight!
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You are welcome!
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Beautiful, Sara. I have had a wolf for a soulmate, as you know – the deepest connection of my life. I love your poem.
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I thought of you as I was writing this, Sherry. Thanks so much!
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A lovely story … my Frankie is white
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Thanks, Ivor. Frankie must be a looker!
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He thinks so too!
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Wonderful Such affection such peace
much💜love
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Thanks, Gillena!💜💜
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Interesting link between the lack of ownership and kinship.
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Thanks, wyndolynne. No need for labels.
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Out there where they thrive, belong. Yes.
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Thanks, Helen!
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Beautiful sentiment in this piece, wolves indeed are beautiful creatures ❤
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Thanks! Better than most people.
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Unfortunately so true 💕
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I am certain a dog or wolf are the truest soul mate there is. This is lovely Sara!
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Thanks, Carrie. Naturally I agree!
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Aw, I adore this. Your poem is perfect for the photo. I am going to have to agree, I feel very close to the wildness of the white wolf as well!
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Thanks, Stacy. Glad you feel the same way.
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