Soulmates In White

Written for:  Sunday Muse #239

Photography by Cori Storb
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

About purplepeninportland

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.
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21 Responses to Soulmates In White

  1. rothpoetry says:

    Your poem and the picture go really well together!


  2. Sherry Marr says:

    Beautiful, Sara. I have had a wolf for a soulmate, as you know – the deepest connection of my life. I love your poem.


  3. ivor20 says:

    A lovely story … my Frankie is white


  4. Gillena Cox says:

    Wonderful Such affection such peace



  5. wyndolynne says:

    Interesting link between the lack of ownership and kinship.


  6. Helen says:

    Out there where they thrive, belong. Yes.


  7. poetisatinta says:

    Beautiful sentiment in this piece, wolves indeed are beautiful creatures ❤


  8. Carrie V. H. says:

    I am certain a dog or wolf are the truest soul mate there is. This is lovely Sara!


  9. Stacy MS says:

    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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