Sunshine Wolf

February 1, 2000

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Early Morning Storms

2:30 in the morning

The thought demons swirl

Rejecting the serenity

The heart and soul seek

A savage beast prowls

That no music can soothe

And the thought demons swirl

Later now and still rages

The storm before the calm

The best cries out for succor

Yet there is nothing in the night

To stem the rising tide

Or offer safe harbor

From the storm before the calm

Scant minutes to bloated hours

The storm dictates the dance

The pace cannot be borne

But the alternative is no option

Look, but it will not be found,

That sweet honey in the rock

For the storm dictates the dance

Early and late merge and all is as one

The best and the storm are one and the same

There is power in the beast

And energy in the storm

The harness fragile but whole

Give some measure of control

To the beast and the storm.who are one and the same

Wow. I love it. It hits a familiar chord. Peace and strength.

wow, Sunshine! So beautifully written and so provocative…the beast rages within each of us, doesn’t it. And the thought demons…best kept at bay? or ridden, harnessed, through the stormy night?

How pretty, how thought provoking… Good Job Sunshine!

Sunshine, you got me right where I’m living! Thanks for the visit and note.

Wow! Sunshine, what an apt description for those inchoate thoughts that swirl in the night: thought demons! Thank you for sharing your poetic thoughts. They speak to many of us.

Boss Lady..you are talented and blessed with more..this was so apt and so true…loved it!

I’m well aquainted with the Thought Demons! Very nice entry!

BlueEyes

February 2, 2000

Beautiful, my dear, simply beautiful! The way I figure it, my wedding pictures should be worth a fortune with all the men in the wedding party dressed in kilts!

Very powerful poem. Thank you for sharing it. I will be thinking of this poem and your feelings as I travel my path today. Tonight, I will write.

I was there with you, feeling your heart beat. Knowing the rages of your spirit. Fantastic.

BBe

If you could magically control that thought demon, do you think you would? I love storms! The only storms we get this time of year are snow, or ice. I’ll pass on both, thanks. 🙂

Torin Invanusson

Wonderfully written and heartfelt. Thank you for this gift.

Did you mean “the beast cries out for succor?”. Liked the poem a lot.

This is really good. I think all try at some point in our lives to tame the beast within and without. BTW, I would never mind being called Willow–what a gracious lady. Her note above yours put her in your mind.

Kidd J

Insomnia never sounded so tolerable. Haha! Seriously, this is beautiful, and strikes a familliar chord with me.:) Love + Hugs,

Hi Sunshine W~Boy you had me at 2:30 in the morning, but it was great all together. Thank you. Grins~

I loved your poem! The beast has many faces, doesn’t it?

the thought demons…how poignant!

Hey, you are not just a pretty face!

_into_ the plague that is the thought demons, rapt description of the plauge that is theirs. Personally, i like the frog idea fairy best, but your writing makes me want a vist from and the cat.

HI! I’ve been asked to pass on THANKS to you! It seems he wasn’t ready to let Dragon Slayer go so he has asked me to return to it. I will be devoting more time to it and will be encouraging more writing. This for

DON’T OVERFILL IT! LOL! thanx SW…and yes, tired of the damn snow! KIDD J(not signed in)

Mns

February 5, 2000

“the storm dictates the dance” oh yes… outstanding piece of writing, Sunshine~