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Hunter's Elegy (repost)
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Hunter's Elegy (repost) |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada 
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After a rain, after a branch soaked journey, I sit near a clear cut watching silt filled water lazily run off the open yard. I stare at the torn floor, my thinking fractured by the damage and I imagine a small deer watching from the trees in the distance a lonely spikehorn safely from me. The ground is overchurned brown mixed with green, trampled remains; beyond all repair. Wind scrapes the earth with a shrill voice, tempest over the desolate barren waste, and I pull out my clip held bullets. Inside, my heart stopped the hunt. I think trying to get it straight, that once there was shelter here to house and feed kindred souls, gypsy hearts, while heaven's cool rains would fully quench all yearning thirsts, and tenants felt the moisture washing their blood. It's because of this that I sit here in this torture with my thoughts clinging to life - and feel disconsolate. The commercialized death of this once existing growth generates a dark and looming doom that lurks near this pervading to destruction. In my head, I see a squirming ghost of sheer complacency, while bold free enterprisers with wheels and knives drive onward through forests with persistence, processing mechanical money beds. But I sit here still alive, no escape from the eyesore. I try to imagine the confusion of the roar the woodlands so dispersed, turning into such ravished striplands as their space shrinks, and their home, is lost. But the truth remains unchanged. The truth hides only as long as it takes to hurt and the deer hides only as long as the forest still stands until his hiding places start turning into man's cold spaces into a final solutions behind fences so ghastly unreal. Nowhere left to run: species forced from their shelter - and with this vision across this bare moonscape and with this wind-swept air lashing emptiness in front of me, the truth begins to hurt. Forget the Psychiatrists they just find out all about you and sell you back to yourself! |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
This is wonderful Eric. you have captured the painful price of progress. Loved it Lori |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
I have never hunted in my life. I am not an anti-hunting person either, except those hunts where they are not really hunts and the animals are penned up and have no place to hide. It is true that man has encroached the domicile of many living creatures, not just deer. As I said, or at least inferred, I am not a tree hugger, but there does need to be some kind of control on where you can and cannot exploit. And there are, at least until enough money gets behind a venture and the rules get changed. Nice work, Eric. ~ Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. ~ |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
"The truth hides only as long as it takes to hurt" love that line, E. Much enjoyed.  |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
quote: Indeed, sir, indeed. You may repost any time, Eric...  it's all good. |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Wonderful poem. I v'e been hunting and have seen the truth in what you convey in this poem. Enjoyed. Kat >^..^< |
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always4real Junior Member
since 2011-01-22
Posts 31A yankee that lives in NC |
"Nowhere left to run: species forced from their shelter - and with this vision across this bare moonscape and with this wind-swept air lashing emptiness in front of me, the truth begins to hurt." E, This is a brilliant write for many reasons. The truth often alludes us for so long, and when we are finally faced with it...sometimes we are able to take it and sometimes we want and try to run away from it. You have captured such emotions extremely well to say the least! Loved it! "Happiness is a state of your own mind!" |
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