to the pack, he was a menace
killing their cubs for their pelt
his instinct was relentless
he didn't care about the pain they felt

on the trail of chasing vengeance
nose to the ground, he caught the smell
he found a scent that is endless
left alone to howl and yelp
.
.
.
just a wolf in a wolf's clothing
eyes that focus on his own tail
chasing circles of fear and loathing
he can never cover his own trail
.
.
.
even the sheep are growing weary
this illusion gets their goat
no more hate, no more fearing
on his own tail he chokes

dreams are meant for sleeping
and you are my dream, darling
so i want to sleep tight
to reach you out tonight*

©IGMS

~

a tribute to the good times

cannot neglect the rough.

without a struggle comes no prize,

cocoon would yield no butterfly,

and without the rain the rose would die.

so when i'm tempted to forget

just how far we've come,

please remind me, dear...

please remind me that you love me;

sweet promise whisper in my ear.

repaint the mem'ries 'cross my mind,

kaleidoscope of precious times;

remind me that our journey

of a thousand miles began

these many years ago now,

the day you took my hand;

remind me that each day

is just another step,

toward dreams and goals and promises

that together will be kept.

~

*post script.

a re-post from earlier days.  
i must be feeling particularly reminiscent today

one of the earlier poems i wrote for my wife...
had to be twenty plus years ago now.

.
■■■■■■
|.....l.....|
|.....l.....|
• let the
ticks on
my wri-
st•mirr-
or   that
of     my
pulse    •
for  what
i fail to cle-
nch in fist•in
my heart, nev-
er falters; never
•••••dulls•••••
□□□□□■12■□□□□□
  ■11            ^              1■  
■10                 I                 2■  
■9                    ●----->         3■  
■8                                      4■
■7          ­                       5■
□□□□□□■6■□□□□□□
••••••for••••••
with each tick of
the hand • is a
glimpse into
the uncert-
ain future
• let  slip
the  loo-
se   gra-
ins     of
sand•c-
lose the
tempor-
al  gaps
to bring
you......
much
clos-
er•