The poem bares its teeth: a hyena,
laughter breaking in jagged bursts,
circling the margins,
menace felt in scuffling shadows.
Then it rises upright: a meerkat,
eyes darting across horizons,
paws quick in sudden scurry,
a hesitant vigil before burrowing.
Between circling and scurry,
menace and play entwine,
scarfing fragments into chorus
more than jotted lines on a page.
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
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My mind wanders through the grass. Hyena it seems to laugh but fierce and powerful. A scavenger stealing bits and pieces of other's kills. Poems carcasses pillaged. Care must be taken for savage critics lie in the shadows ready to reclaim what has been taken. Now a meerkat the poet raises his timid head to assess the threat before descending to safety. Pieces of carrion joined, eaten, becoming new cells and life in the circle of a poem. A lovely metaphorical write and a fave
A veritable poem in itself, this review! Thanks Soren 🙏🕊️
My pleasure Cryptic
arqios, this is such a vivid metaphor for creation itself…the teeth and the darting eyes…the danger and the play wrapped together. It reads like the page came alive. Beautiful work, dear poet and friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
I am always reassured that Tittu gets to the heart of the poem. Your feedback is a validating refreshment to the inkwell and brightens its content's tint. 🙏🕊️
Awww. Thank you! 🥰 I am not sure I always succeed, but I do try my best.
The poem revolves around the duality of nature, specifically the tension between menace and playfulness. The subject matter explores the contrasting behaviors of animals (the hyena and the meerkat) as metaphors for different aspects of life and creativity. The poem suggests that within the chaos of existence, there is a dance between danger and joy, fear and curiosity, emphasizing that these elements coexist and even enrich one another.
So like the games we people play in our day to day! Thanks Friendship 🙏🕊️
You are so welcome.
Good write A.
Thanks, O 🙏🕊️
"scarfing fragments into chorus
more than jotted lines on a page."
Undeniably it takes words stuck together in juxtaposition upon a page to create something. The question is what? Here your hyena and meercat stanzas crack it. Would that all jotted lines on a MPS page did the same.
I figured it was time to knuckle down and crack some. It's tough work, though and somewhat time consuming. The satisfaction is complete after geeting feedback such as you have just so generously given. Thanks, DD 🙏🕊️
The Creative Process I find so enjoyable; but when a Poem Complete - A sense of Loss until the Next. Oh for a really fine subject.
Well Written Poem.
Indeed, that sense of Loss! Thanks heaps, Kevin. Until the next poem🕊🙏🏻
Those words can bring so many thoughts Rik.
Andy
They do and they bring it! Thanks Andy 🙏🏻🕊️
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