The homework from the Poetry workshop this week was a "self-portrait" poem. I figured I'd be a little clever.
The Hunt
i ask your help dear friends
to aid me in my search
its crafty game i seek
whose cunning outwits mine
who no trap can ensnare
nor chase or hunt fatigue
though my quarry escapes
short flashes have i seen
small glimpses of my prey
reflected in your eyes
i call these my collage
a portrait of my toil
imperfect though it be
i hope one day complete
more cunning as I age
with every passing year
my eyes no longer search
directly for my prey
oblique now is their aim
to glimpse my quarrys face
reflected in your eyes
as i pursue my shade.
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