AI image with Bing Image Creator (11.01.2024, powered by DALL-E 3)
The whole day I observed my prey
And often I did just fool around and play
I enjoyed the food I was served
And loved the warm and cosy places
I would just imitate
And repeat the moves and words of others
I was a copy cat
On stage reaping the fruit
That others had planted
I looked majestic, but did not feel that way
Years went by
Before I discovered my true nature
And then one day
My hunting instincts awoke
Now the night has come
My favourite time of the day
Time to hunt my poetic prey
And finally at the end of the day
When everyone sleeps I'll have it all my way
Jan H. Hellberg (11.01.2024)
Maybe some explanation will make the background more understandable. I am reciting poetry and acting on stage since I was about 7 years. Always as a side activity and hobby, although today I usually get some pay. And I feel that I really got quite good over the years.
However, I was always only using the words of others. Of course I took what resonated with me, but I did not feel that all this was special. I also wrote many poems over the years, mostly for my wife, but never published any, because I felt they were not good enough. And probably every author, poet, artist, etc. knows this: „It’s never good enough“. We are often more critical with our own work than with that of others.
And the reference to the night, when I can „have it all my way“, that is because I am often an owl or to stay with the image above a nighty active feline creature. That’s when I have the calm and no distractions and can follow my thoughts and passions. Family and work are demanding, but without taking time for myself I could not do all that I’m doing. Writing poems is one of my counterbalance in life.
Wrote this originally when Dora from Dreams from a Pilgrimage was hosting in January 2024 at dVerse. The challenge was to find our Creatures of the blank page.
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