Friday, March 3, 2017

Lonely Hunter--By Gerald Heyder--United States

Lonely Hunter

The heart is always searching,
always hoping while groping
through the dark like a stranger
roaming through the park,
never knowing what he’ll find,
blind luck seems to be the case.
The lonely traveller’s shadow
is silent in its quest to learn
answers to questions the mind
can’t grasp because the task
is too great and hence
“X-the unknown” becomes
a child that’s frightened away.
The heart is a lonely hunter
like a pen in search of ink.
The world has many dreamers
for that’s the scheme of things;
you can cage most any bird
but not all birds can sing.

Gerald Heyder is a published poet from Milwaukee, Wisconsin.

5 comments:

  1. I loved the six final lines of your poem so much, in particular the simile of the lonely heart and the pen in search of ink. Very evocative and inspiring!
    Claudia

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  2. I liked this poem Gerald. I have been a hunter all of my life. This buts another slant in the art of hunting, making most any one a hunter
    in his or her heart, hunter being the heart. So true.
    Yancy

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  3. Dear Gerald,

    Thank you for this poem about hearts that search. I'm certain that many can relate.

    Michael

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  4. Gerald,
    A great poem. I liked it a lot.
    Your s truly,
    David Fox

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  5. I loved the first six lines and reminds us of being strangers ourselves roaming through the night, following our shadows. Really enjoyed your poem!
    Best of luck,
    yours,
    Gert

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