Gershon Wolf Poet Imagism

Don'T Flinch

You dare not move
  or flinch

The predator
  moves steadily
    closer

You are still
  limp
   not a
    twitch

The beast paws you
  Don't move
    Don't flinch

Your mouth, a silent prayer

He gives you a last shove
  and moves on...

Tomorrow a new test
  in the jungle

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Caren Krutsinger May 14, 2020 at 2:10 AM I have been told what to do but could I do it if a grizzly's breath was on my face? I doubt it. Gershon Wolf May 14, 2020 at 3:53 PM You'd probably lick that grizzly, Caren! lol. ~ Gershon

Harry Horsman May 7, 2020 at 12:04 AM In the jungle of what? I wonder, i sense the beast could be the human race...your poem as certainly got me thinking..love it, Gershon. Gershon Wolf May 7, 2020 at 9:24 AM Y'know, there really are kinds of jungles, even unmentionables... Thanks, Harry! :) gw

Kim Rodrigues May 6, 2020 at 10:57 PM You can feel the stalk of the beast. Great work! Gershon Wolf May 7, 2020 at 9:31 AM Hm. My beast's stalk is covered up by his outlandish mask these days. lol. ~ gw

Michelle Faulkner May 6, 2020 at 9:58 PM Very tense and anxious, glad for the happy ending (until tomorrow) Gershon Wolf May 7, 2020 at 9:32 AM Stay tuned for 'tomorrow!' Thanks, Michelle! ~ Gershon

Sandra Adams May 6, 2020 at 8:19 PM I could see this...I was chased by a momma bear as a teen...the fear, the adrenaline … good write Gershon! hugs Gershon Wolf May 7, 2020 at 9:33 AM Yes, I remember watching that! ~ giggles, Baby Bear Kim Rodrigues May 6, 2020 at 10:58 PM Wow, Sandra!