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.
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!
ReplyDeleteClaudia
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
ReplyDeletein his or her heart, hunter being the heart. So true.
Yancy
Dear Gerald,
ReplyDeleteThank you for this poem about hearts that search. I'm certain that many can relate.
Michael
Gerald,
ReplyDeleteA great poem. I liked it a lot.
Your s truly,
David Fox
I loved the first six lines and reminds us of being strangers ourselves roaming through the night, following our shadows. Really enjoyed your poem!
ReplyDeleteBest of luck,
yours,
Gert
Dear Gerald and Friends,
ReplyDeleteGerald is quite the talented poet. I'm glad to see you enjoyed his poem. I will send your comments to him. Wishing you all the best with all your writing endeavors.
Blessings,
Karen