A Hunter of ShadowsA Poem by hoyt"a hunter of shadows, himself a shade"... HomerA Hunter of shadows…
Dawn, at shadows birth cast upon minds of those on earth. Rising a man, a hunter still grasping at shades, to joy fulfill. Looking upon another’s dreams to one would be hopeless it seems, A foolish hunter reaches again to only pull back an empty hand. Happiness not snared in objects gained, that someone else’s sweat has stained. Nor found in talents others display, that cease like light at end of day. Another’s joy, or peace, or light, elusive game in endless flight, With paper arrows and stringless bow, piercing a vapor, no prize to show. A hunter of shadows, himself a shade, searching in corners, where is hope made? The answer each day his own mirror would cry, as seeking in vain, he’d simply pass by.. © 2017 hoytAuthor's Note
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Added on January 7, 2010Last Updated on March 7, 2017 AuthorhoytRockledge, FLAboutHI!... :-) ".."Look in thy heart and write" is good counsel for poets; but when a poet looks in his heart he finds many things there besides the actual. That is why, and how, he is a poet." ...C.S... more..Writing
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