(D)are to (O)ver (E)xcite

Deer Ladies,

I give you a poem written by a faithful reader and supporter of this blog. Written from the very depths of his heart and soul. He sacrificed time and effort to create an ode that gave a visual of the struggles and heart aches of a hunter who sought a doe, yet lost her...

Your fellow leaf rustler,
The Pancake Woman

(D)are to (O)ver (E)xcite.

D.O.E.

by Broken Hunter

I walked through the woods

where the dripping trees sang

softly to my weary heart

and matched the ebbing away of my greatest desire.

Speckled coat, blending into beauty

moved swiftly through the trees of green.

and into the darkness of the unknown

where my greatest quarry now became.

Running along with the ground grasping me

gravity called to my weary man.

yet onward I push with a new desire

to catch up with my angel, this demon I seek.

Quickly she dodges, and smoothly she moves

over and under obstacles take me down.

tears and sweat fill my vision solely fixed,

upon her dew rests and glistens in the half light.

The tears mix with blood as the brush cuts my face

and the rain washes away the semblance of strength

my determination waxes and wanes

as the sight of her I seek fades into nothing.

My burden gets the better of me as I sink into

the unforgiving ground breaks me into

pieces of love lost in the evenflow of weakness

while the mist devours my fleeting sprightly doe.

I lift myself up from the mud and leaves

fallen from the hopeful spring of the year

and brush the dead brush from my coattails and eyes

and glance once more into the depth of the unknown.

She has escaped and faded like the mist in the trees

running over dead and barren branches

dissipating with the new dark of the morning

and leaving desires and hearts to mend.

I stand silhouetted by the bleakness of the morning

a mere shell of the man I started out as.

The strength that rushed has ebbed to a trickle

and my will has left me for another.

The thrill is gone and I feel alone

in this wood of strange shadows and empty

faces flash in my mind and call me on

back to the place from where I started.

I will myself to move and rise, my gait lacks all the pride

My stomach turns inside my head and my steps fade into dreams.

The shadows all have names unknown, they laugh...

I walk this road alone.

Step.

By, step.

And each, step.

I take will, step.

And brings me closer, step.

To the edge of my, step.

Sanity comes on fast and, step.

The mist clears from my vision, step.

And the valley green becomes visible, step.

and stop.

. .. ... .... .....

I see the morning breaking over the hills

and in the break of black I see light.

the hope subsided sides again

and my faint strength faintly returns.

This hunt that was my life breathed in.

fades quicker than the dusk.

and hope like morning fades to strength

and my mind clears with the light.

The mournful sound of the woods to my back

and the glorious light, lights my face.

My heart thaws out from the cold dark night

as it faces this bright and brighter day.