The Hunt

The Hunt

A Poem by Markus Anthony
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This poem was based on personal experience.

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It's your scent, your noiseless presence

in the air it dwells

gliding through my nose

my bloodhound nose

I keep following it

teasing me. 

where's does it come from

are you here

or there in our broken past

 

 

I lost your smell

gone in two heartbeats

back then they raced

stronger as we perspired. . 

I tried sniffing my fingers

I tried sniffing someone's back

the desk, the medtray, the cefepime cap

I sniffed it all

just alcohol

 

 

I gave up the hunt

and bothered no more

the air carries many mixed insults

in your breath in the morning

from things you finally let go

sweet in strands 

the nectar in your neck

I kissed with caution

I nipped with passion

 

 

I went home, rode the jeepney

it pricked me sudden 

in gauge less than thirty

my nose upturned, my ears went up

im sure of that

it sprang out there, in a fabric of blue

he wears you strong and true

as you have always been his

and never my bliss.

© 2018 Markus Anthony


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The best aspect of this poem is the way you write with uninhibited freedom, even if it seems outside the usual romantic style others cling to . . . to me it's a refreshing break from the "typical"! Your writing is just a teensy bit mysterious upon first reading, but then when I read a second time, I can see the whole scene clearly, described as if you're a sniffing dog, but also with the heartfelt expressions of human desire too. I believe that another's smell is something very compelling that can stay stuck in your nostrils, even after that person is long gone. At first I felt maybe your poem wasn't "sweet" or "romantic" enuf at first, it was so peeled back & blunt about how it feels. But after I finished then I saw the balance between this early blunt talk & then later on with the more romantic sentiments. All in all, I really like it & I especially love your originality (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

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Markus Anthony

6 Years Ago

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The best aspect of this poem is the way you write with uninhibited freedom, even if it seems outside the usual romantic style others cling to . . . to me it's a refreshing break from the "typical"! Your writing is just a teensy bit mysterious upon first reading, but then when I read a second time, I can see the whole scene clearly, described as if you're a sniffing dog, but also with the heartfelt expressions of human desire too. I believe that another's smell is something very compelling that can stay stuck in your nostrils, even after that person is long gone. At first I felt maybe your poem wasn't "sweet" or "romantic" enuf at first, it was so peeled back & blunt about how it feels. But after I finished then I saw the balance between this early blunt talk & then later on with the more romantic sentiments. All in all, I really like it & I especially love your originality (((HUGS))) fondly, Margie

Posted 6 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Markus Anthony

6 Years Ago

Wow your review just made my day. Thank you so much for takig the time to read and comment about how.. read more
You are a wonderful writer. I can not wait to read more of your posts.
Heather Kendall

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Added on March 19, 2014
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Tags: poetry, scent, hunt, love, broken love, past

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I'm Markus, a struggling medical student who loves to write poems based on romantic impulses and personal experience. On my own from markanthony.celestial on 8tracks Radio. more..

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