“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.” ~Leonard Cohen

I’ve had little time for writing, sadly. Such is the nature of working in the hospitality industry during the height of summer tourism season. However, Big K (the teenager)… he has been busy. His father gave him the gift of musical talent. Me… I gave him the love of words, words, words. He has a notebook on his person at all times and it is filled with his scribblings: full poems, fragmented ideas, stories and a thinking man’s doodles. He is far more prolific than I. Perhaps my legacy is in the written word after all… just not mine.

“The Wolves War”

There is a war raging in us all
Between two wolves starving for power
Neither will ever fall
Neither will ever cower

One is bright and warm
And shines like the sun
He fights like a storm
But he still hasn’t won

The other is dark and cold
And corrupted with ice
He fights against the gold
But even victory will not suffice

The first is pure
It battles for good
But must endure
The taste of blood

The second is corrupt
It battles for darkness
He plans to disrupt
The balance of their likeness

The question we must all ask
Is who will be victorious?
Our one and only task
Is to choose which is more glorious?

They both hunger for power o’er us
And only one can win
They will kill for the power they lust
One always wins in the hearts of men

Which one will you feed?


Boris Vallejo


  1. Extraordinary.... A beautiful and accomplished poem, well done K!


  2. Yes, it's the juvenilia of a boy who may become a poet - or not. It's a choice. As Lisa said, it's accomplished and beautiful. Whether it is true or not is a matter for another day. I think what's being explored here is the power of verse, not the workings of a psyche.


"Stranger, if you passing meet me and desire to speak to me, why should you not speak to me? And why should I not speak to you?" ~Walt Whitman


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