Hunter

By Highhat

Thu, 07 Apr 2011
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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

Certificate U
Autobiography

Comments

Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
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.

 

Submitted by Silver Spun Sand on
I agree with Jenny...a very clever poem;-) Tina

 

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