Linking with the Sunday Muse for Muse # 90
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“They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching
God.”
~ Zora Neale Hurston
The poet’s heart is a fox that sees the world in darkness
and in light
his eyes pregnant with possibilities and yet empty from the
fight
It is an inner struggle to recollect and yet a hunt that
drives him further from his home
A quest into the wilds of hunger among the many creatures
yet still alone
You see life is sharpened arrows yet doves that shall fly
far beyond harms way
It is the winds of a thousand storms, but one companion that
keeps him safe
All the beauty within starlight and the hurt that blinds him
from the seen
Are the questions that keep him hunting for a reason to
believe
For the poet is a dreamer that ponders meaning while
searching for hope in flight
And he hunts the darkest of forests longing to capture the truest
light.
It's only a path for a special few, I think. ;-)
ReplyDeleteI am sure you are right about that Shay. I loved your poem "Evening" by the way. So beautiful!!
DeleteThis yearning to 'capture the truest light' is perhaps what makes the poet do what he does. This is so beautifully put. Thanks for the inspiring photo Carrie.
ReplyDeleteI am glad you liked the photo Sumana and I so lived your poem! I think you are right about the truest light. Wishing you a lovely week.
DeleteThat hunt in the darkness is a deeply-felt search.
ReplyDeleteVery true Chrissa. 😊
DeleteAs a dreamer I can tell you the journey can be difficult to navigate. It is not for the faint hearted. An insightful poem of strength and courage.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Truedessa!
Deletethe path of a poet is often filled with pain and yet, that incredible joy that comes from true seeing.
ReplyDeleteSpoken from a true and lovely poet. Thank you Toni!
Delete“They seemed to be staring at the dark, but their eyes were watching God.”
ReplyDeleteWow!! What is this from?
It is a quote from a book. I will message you at your blog. Thanks for stopping by Sandi.
DeleteThe hunt in the darkness... I wonder if it can be done without a lot of hope
ReplyDeleteHope is vital I am certain! Thanks for joining in this week Bjorn.
DeleteThe poet's heart is a wild and wonderful thing, indeed. And we just love it!
ReplyDeleteVery true Magaly. So glad you stopped by.
Delete"The poet’s heart is a fox"--YES! and the journey you trace is quite true. By that last couplet, I was swaying to the poem.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Susan! I am glad you like it! 😊
DeleteThat last stanza is wonderful. I like the idea of hunting in the darkest forest (which I look at as the mind) trying to capture the truest light (which I think must be the poet's own truth, which then makes its way to the page!)
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Mary, and yes you have read my mind and poem. I am so glad you stopped by.
DeleteI had to stop to admire after "the poet's heart is a fox", it is so wonderful!!!!! Such a wonderful poem. I love that closing line! Capturing the truest light is what we aim to do, but I had never thought of it that way before.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much Sherry. That means so much to me! It is always a pleasure to see you here. :-)
DeleteYes, I love you writing a poet as a hunter. It is a perfect description.
ReplyDeleteThank you Susie!
Delete"longing to catch the truest light" - That is who we are, and what we hope
Deleteto accomplish. Many forms of hunting.
Very true Sara....poets venture into many form of hunting indeed. Thanks for your loyal participation over 2019 and beyond. :-)
DeleteSensitive yet strong. Beautiful!
ReplyDeleteWhy thank you Margaret, I am glad you liked it. :-)
DeleteBalancing duality I see... Very cleverly done Carrie! Thanks for sharing.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much A.J. :-)
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