i crouch in the bushes
and wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait…
wait to see a sign of my prey and
i keep my ears alert to listen for the rhyming words…
i wait
quiet now! do you hear
that? do you see
the stanza poking out from the bush? be still
and see
i stalk the jungle. the air
thick with semi colons and question marks
an adverb brushes my face [softly] as i push past a cloud of interjections
screaming in capital letters
STOP! i consumed that exclamation…snatching it from the air-
a resounding echo followed in the silence as
i stealthily tiptoed towards the conspicuous verb and
caught it in my hand:
run.jump.fly.soar! the verb reaches freedom
in a breath; i stand to admire the perfect script. the nouns
tumble into the moist sweet air as i marvel at the: beauty, majesty, thrill and
allure of poem hunting.
meredith bullock
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poem-hunter-2/
