Max Reif

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The Poem Hunter - Poem by Max Reif

I sat all day in the blinds in the marsh,
trying to trap a poem.
I set my traps in the deep woods.
I dug a hole in the ice,
but the poems weren't biting.

The poems were too smart for me,
they were onto my ways.
They'd gotten my scent
and stayed away.

I was getting hungry,
starving for poems.
I was wasting away.

FEMA never brought me any poems.
The government never air-dropped
any Poems-Ready-To-Go.

At last, a small poem came by,
but it wasn't much,
it didn't have much meat.

I'm starting to think
these regions are all poemed out.
I need to head for a wilder place.


Comments about The Poem Hunter by Max Reif

  • Rookie Rev. Dr. A. Jacob Hassler (12/27/2005 7:49:00 AM)

    i had been watching the Discovery channel all weekend, and this particular piece made me laugh out loud. the cynicism and humour was especially strong in the last bit.

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  • Rookie - 208 Points Ernestine Northover (12/26/2005 5:59:00 AM)

    Really enjoyed this one Max, a nice, different angle to poem writing. An enjoyable read, thanks for posting it. Love Ernestine XXX (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 150 Points Poetry Hound (12/25/2005 5:42:00 PM)

    Very clever, Max. In Part 2, you can describe what it was like to chance upon two poems procreating (One of the poems had a very long metaphore) . (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 489 Points Simone Inez Harriman (12/24/2005 3:19:00 PM)

    Yes sometimes it feels like this Max. All the traps are out but not a bite. Clever poem. Thank you much enjoyed. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, December 24, 2005

Poem Edited: Saturday, December 24, 2005


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