THE HUNTER
Patience born of time afield
Knowlege gained by long experience
Stealth learned from endless practice
garbed in dark to hide in shadows
Little escapes his steely eyes
as the hunter stalks his prey
he picks.....and chooses
at his leisure
quarry often unsuspecting
unaware of perhaps being passed over
in favor of another mark
whose end is
- sudden-
Matters not to the hunter
is prey aware of his presence
or not
same outcome
same loss
same sudden lurch between living
and dead
The slow inexorable stalk
the long stretches of silence
and waiting
and watching
and deciding
now or later?
this one or that one?
Swift cold blooded decisiveness
with inevitable result
I am the quarry Death the stalker
and eventual victor
but not today
Notice how the seeming random visual pattern mimics the randomness of the hunt
this is an amazing write! you DO have a dark-side!!! and it is fabulously wicked! I think you aught to let it out more often. the poem flows well with the building anticipation! I wish I had written this! I see what you mean.
in this line: "Little escapes his steely yes" is (yes) supposed to be (eyes) I missed it in the first read through. Isn't it about time you hosted another workshop? I'm interested!
dear Scribbler,
yes, that is something to ponder.
*hugs, Cat
Here is a sample of this in use:
THE HUNTER
Patience born of time afield
Knowlege gained by long experience
Stealth learned from endless practice
garbed in dark to hide in shadows
Little escapes his steely eyes
as the hunter stalks his prey
he picks.....and chooses
at his leisure
quarry often unsuspecting
unaware of perhaps being passed over
in favor of another mark
whose end is
- sudden-
Matters not to the hunter
is prey aware of his presence
or not
same outcome
same loss
same sudden lurch between living
and dead
The slow inexorable stalk
the long stretches of silence
and waiting
and watching
and deciding
now or later?
this one or that one?
Swift cold blooded decisiveness
with inevitable result
I am the quarry Death the stalker
and eventual victor
but not today
Notice how the seeming random visual pattern mimics the randomness of the hunt
dear Scribbler,
this is an amazing write! you DO have a dark-side!!! and it is fabulously wicked! I think you aught to let it out more often. the poem flows well with the building anticipation! I wish I had written this! I see what you mean.
ever, eddy
*hugs, Cat
Yet
The dang thing didn't copy correctly. Try looking it up on search and you might see what the form punctuation looks like
hey Scribbler,
in this line: "Little escapes his steely yes" is (yes) supposed to be (eyes) I missed it in the first read through. Isn't it about time you hosted another workshop? I'm interested!
*hugs, Cat
ever, eddy
Thanks
for the eagle eye and yes I'm getting another shop together
Great!!!
I'll watch for it!
*hugs, Cat