It’s as if I’ve been bled once too often
Leaving me hollow and indifferent
I am bemused by the lovestruck and the lovelorn
Who brandish their heartfelt emotions
Like Tibetan prayer flags
I try to listen to my own heart
Then get distracted by the noise
I try to make sense of distant wars and rebellions
But I can’t
I appreciate the natural beauty that surrounds me
Even if I can’t find words to reflect that beauty
Superficial thoughts pop into my mind like cheap firecrackers
Leaving exploded promises smoldering
I string letters into words
Words into phrases
They don’t satisfy me
So I delete them
I listen
I watch
Waiting like a hunter in a blind
For an unsuspecting quarry
Nothing comes
I am patient, knowing that I am on a game trail
I only have to wait a while longer
Before the prey returns
David Trudel © 2013
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As the poem left off, I am wondering what you will do with the catch? Dark clouds form.
Still waiting to make the next capture, lol.
beware,
master hunter,
for in the dark of night,
even the most fierce of carnivores
can find himself
prey to a different beast.
Quite so! Thank you for the poetic comment.
oh no,
thank you for the journey.
I like this. These are very plain words with very strong bonds. That’s the best kind of poem.
Thanks Seb, appreciate it.
It will come back, David. Give yourself, and that wonderful heart of yours, time to heal.
Love this
Thanks Paula!