circles became wolf.
wolf tears at hip.
hip turned to shreds.
shreds like glass.
glass bites palm.
palm bleeds to see.
see circles smaller.
smaller like moments.
moments drop like stones.
stones i capture.
capture this ache.
ache turns threads.
threads pull tight.
tight like knots.
knots bind wrists.
wrists i tame.
tame takes brush.
brush paints circles.
circles became wolf.
*41/100: For the next 100 days, I’ll be writing and posting a poem every day.
**All photos are mine, taken with an Olympus E-M1 MarkII and edited with Lightroom Classic
I enjoyed circling with you Bridgette 😀
Thank you. 😊
This is powerful and haunting in its simplicity. The way circles become wolf, wolf becomes wounds, wounds become threads, and finally threads become art creates a fascinating cycle of pain, struggle, and transformation.
Every short line feels like a heartbeat—sharp, fragmented, and deliberate. I especially love how the poem comes full circle with “brush paints circles / circles became wolf.” It suggests that what hurts us can sometimes become the very thing we create from.
You are right. This pain is pushing me to create and face things I’ve been trying to avoid. Thank you for this kind comment and for really looking at this poem and what I was trying to do with it.
rest that hip to take a breath, Bridgette 🩷
Working on it. Trying a cortisone shot tomorrow. Really hoping it gives me some relief.
Also, thank you for being so kind.
I like this… the way it makes a circle of words.
So glad you like it. Thank you! How are you? It’s been awhile since we’ve chatted.
Just remembered I never replied to this… I’m hanging in there. Life is about the same as always. I have that big birthday coming up in a couple days, and I’m probably thinking too much about how my life isn’t where I always thought I’d be, or wanted to be, at this age. The new school year isn’t going badly yet, but I can already tell some students are going to be difficult. I’m still hoping to be done with DLTDGB by January; after that, I’ll probably just schedule reposts with corrections and revisions as needed, like a TV show going into reruns. I hope you’re doing well!
That big birthday is coming for me too, next April. It’s weird, huh? I’m struggling with it some too. I need to catch up on your work soon. I’m glad to hear you are still working on it and that school isn’t off to too rocky of a start. One of my teacher friends was bit by a kid on the first day…so it could be so much worse!
Wow… good point! I haven’t been bitten yet, but I’ve heard of it happening. (BTW, I don’t remember how far behind on DLTDGB you are, so this might not mean anything to you, but I really did have a fight break out in my classroom during my first week of having my own classroom, for the same reason as what I told here.)
Not sure you meant to comment this on my poem 🙂
Haha no sorry. was to my brother. Delete Delete 🙂
Circles indeed! I like writing poems that end by circling back to the beginning, as this one does. I like the allusion to a certain folk meme (intentional or not): “There’s a hole in the bucket, deal Liza…” Nicely done, ma’am.
That’s one of my favorite kid songs! So glad you liked this one. I had nothing in mind that day for a poem and that painting (my daughter’s) caught my eye and started me off. It’s fun to see what happens each day with a poem looming.