Family/Pack Mind

[summer_jackel]

In darkness we seek each other
We hunt and move with purpose, in the sweet times,
And learn to be grateful. They are fleeting.
Vomit blood and meat to feed the pups
Some dreams may survive to see another spring
Clean-coated, sharp of tooth and whole.

Other times,
Slashed, ear-torn
There is welcome to find blind comfort
in life-warmed skin
Wrap myself in all of you until scent and history merge
Into a single texture, a wordless present
a loose and fluid whole from many threads.

Our feet are held together by dirt and blood, wire, love
Joy
Wounds, and the dream of nights when we may run.

Comments

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

Thank you.

[tinygalaxies.livejournal.com]

*hug*

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

/purrrs, hugs/

[archteryx.livejournal.com]

Very pretty poem of pack-life within the wolfpack. And our friendships follow that closeness sometimes, too.

You really are an amazing person, Jackel.

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

Thank you. Wolf pack, extended metaphorical family, it's all just pack, and death, and the hope of life.

[archteryx.livejournal.com]

This is a very cold, cruel, and heartless culture in a whole lot of ways. Community is what leavens it and keeps us from being completely at the mercy of the (forgive the metaphor) wolves.

We all are strongest together, and weakest alone. And that's one of many reasons I'm damn bloody glad to have met you, Jackel. :>

[kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com]

I have a book you might like.

[summer-jackel.livejournal.com]

oh yes, do I ever want that book. I am gonna get me that book, I am I am.

[kynekh-amagire.livejournal.com]

If you'd like to borrow my copy, you're welcome.