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Posted by Highhat on April 7, 2011 - 15:02

Like a lion waiting, all senses alert,
waiting to pounce on his prey.
I wait,
For the moment
when I will
pounce on my prey:
Inspiration;
the object of my goal.
I will attack it;
I will bite it in the neck;
rip the artery apart,
knowing it will bleed.
It will be my food
24/7.
I will be insatiable
and feed off it
until I have devoured it all.
I will have had my fill.
And then I will wait again;
My senses alert,
like the lion.
The difference is that
I will survive on poorer food
than inspiration
I wait
With ambiguity as a companion.
I am neither hunter nor prey

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Comments

skinner_jennifer | April 7, 2011 - 17:48

Wow! Pia,

you are really on a roll, with these great poems,
you certainly are. I think that's a great way to
describe a hunger for writing, like a lion waiting,
all senses alert, waiting to pounce on his prey.

I like this one because it's a different way of looking at the urge to write. Yes very clever.

Jenny.

Silver Spun Sand | April 7, 2011 - 17:58

I agree with Jenny...a very clever poem;-)

Tina

Highhat | April 7, 2011 - 18:14

Thanks Jenny and Tina
sometimes inspiration doesn't come that easy.
;)Pia