Bearish the Heart of Imagination
I wake every morning like a bear
out of hibernation sniffing the air,
listening, focusing my eyes trying
to see what my den of dreams has for me.
I look for that word or phrase or feeling
creating a hunger in me
that only its reality will satisfy
caught in that welcoming
growl of heart and mind,
the seduction of sound, of rhythm,
of experience and that soft growl
of recognition given and returned.
Poem by Byron Hoot
Byron Hoot was born and raised in Morgantown, West Virginia, lived there until he went to college – a twelve year excursion. Now resides in the WILDS of Pennsylvania.
He has recently had poems in The Watershed Journal, Tobeco Literary Arts Journal, on http://www.northsouthappal.com./appalachian-literature.html.,