A Hunter's Heart

By Jackamo   

In a tree again
Tucked deep among the branches
The few leaves that remain are
Dull shades of brown and green
Washed out red, orange and gold scattered in too
My camo melds perfectly
Hidden away so well
That even God can't find me
Waiting silently, patiently, hopefully,
For the sight of my prey.
Fingers so cold, I wonder
At that crucial moment
Will they let me down?
Feet freezing, aching
Back sore, neck stiff
Nothing I can do but ignore the pain
Why am I here?
I could be lying beside my wife
Warm, dry, safe
What is it that draws me?
Is it the meat?
No, that I can buy
Is it the kill?
No, that's the only part I hate
Is it the chase then
I can't say for sure
But the fact remains
I am here
I have to here
The forest is silent
Except to those with a Hunter's Heart
Like mine
I hear a symphony of sound
Every snap of a twig
Each pop of a frozen tree
The wind at my face
The creek off my right shoulder
I am alone here
Truly alone
The whistle of a train, miles away
The hum of a jet
as it passes overhead
Are unwelcome reminders
Of the world outside the woods
Each sound distinguishable
Each sound I've heard
A thousand times before
Each sound I know by heart
There is no need to look
I know what it is
Long before it come in sight
But I turn, none the less
Behind me
The crash of a squirrel
As he searches beneath the snow
For the larder he tucked away
So long ago
I wonder, how does he remembers where to look
Or can he smell the acorns through a foot
Of frozen turf
Or maybe he’s buried so many
That a meal can be found no matter
Where he looks
One of the infinite thoughts that
Drift through my mind
But then, there is only time out here.
Time to wonder,
Time to reflect,
Time to create,
Time to resolve,
Time to dream.
No thought can last though
Each sound
Loud or quiet
Near or far
Natural or man made
Breaks my concentration
Snapped twigs behind me
Too heavy for a squirrel
Too slow for a fox
A pace so familiar to me
I turn to see
A doe
Now two
A group of fawns lagging close behind
My heart pounds and races
Ah, this is why I come
I search a hundred yards in every direction
Hoping that a buck is trailing
Cautiously, quietly, purposefully
The does and fawns have nothing to fear with me
I’m not hungry enough to take them
No buck shows
I watch as the group quietly
Browse along, through the thicket
And then, out of sight
Again I wait
Hands and feet stinging from the cold
Back and neck aching
Deep in thought
I wait
Hidden away so well
That even God can’t find me

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30 Responses to “ Single poem ”

  1. josh jenkens says:

    Amazing piece

  2. Leann says:

    I’m 34 with four adopted children and I love watching them play and reminiscing my childhood that went by way too fast

  3. Leann says:

    I’m always finding different ways to cope through poetry and improving my writing skills but I love this piece you shared

  4. Brandon Mann says:

    thank you

  5. Cheryl Strait says:

    Thank you all very much.

  6. Mary Cheyne says:

    I identify with many of the sentiments in this poem. I like the practical aspects of being female but need to be outside. Iris difficult to be view as something other than fitting the mold.

  7. Elizabeth Pinkhasov says:

    Oh my gosh! I didn’t expect so many people to reply to my poem, thank you SO MUCH!!!!! It brings me so much joy that a young poet like me can inspire people of all ages!

  8. Lola Green says:

    Wondrously done!

  9. denton says:

    wait who’s poem are we talking about

  10. Zipper Wheel says:

    Short poems are brilliant and difficult to master. The greatest talent is saying more with less, saying more than personal experience, saying something irrefutably human. I should practice this more myself, but I find it a greater treasure to me to create lyrics than to free myself and others with beautiful concise truths.

  11. Megha Chatterjee says:

    I think that such poems can beautifully say a lot of things that cannot be verbally explained to people. The way your friends or relationships hurt you, a pen and paper and a poetic mind can reduce your pain. I love the power of poem writing process..

  12. April Duboce says:

    Angelique, this is bold, descriptive and beautiful. I am very sorry for the pain you went through and are still experiencing. I was raped for 4 1/2 months after my amputation. Stay strong, keep writing and know you are loved by people you don’t even know. You are a strong and courageous woman, deserving of kind and respectful love. I pray this happens for you. I will try to upload my poem about abuse to my page. Sending you hugs, strength and love.

  13. April Duboce says:

    Stacy, this is beautiful. I hear and see the meaning beneath. To heal together with this wounded bird. I can tell you have an incredibly loving soul. I wish I could meet you.

  14. April Duboce says:

    Michael, this is so very special. The love between a son and a mother is different, yet strong. I’m thrilled you had such a wonderful Mom. Your vulnerability and the integrity of this poem tell me enough about your character.You ARE a good man

  15. Merton Pajibo says:

    Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule to read my poem. I appreciate your constructive criticism.

  16. Kristina Karki says:

    Can you guys rate my poems?

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  18. Kellie Parks says:

    Incredible ! Good job

  19. Aisha.Hasan says:

    This was great

  20. Aisha.Hasan says:

    Would you read my poems. Merci


    The poem Tortured Soul is poignant to torture the reader’s soul!

  22. Stephen Brownfield says:

    This is a heart felt piece and speaks to my soul, as it makes me feel you soul.

  23. Ross Mitchell says:

    Thank everyone who commented on my poem, but with so many liking my poem, how did my poem get knocked down to 3 instead of a five

  24. MK says:

    I am a new writer, but I’ve been old. I’m great at writing, so I would love it if everyone would help me by rating my poems.

  25. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!!

  26. Sara Naquin says:

    Love it!! I like how you expressed your words. Your very much heard!

  27. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Thank you everyone for your appreciation ..I am a student so I am trying to improve my writing skills.

  28. Ayushi Srivastava says:

    Hey! I wrote it..don’t try to do that

  29. Leyla Ahmed says:

    I love this.

  30. Raven Moonshadow says:

    No you did not. Not this one. I have my intellectual property rights reserved.

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*This piece is not graphic at all* If I was to describe myself, "Hunter" would be the first word that I would use. Poet would come up somewhere in the middle of a very long list.