Showing posts with label horse with no name. Show all posts
Showing posts with label horse with no name. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 13, 2025

The Sway

 
 
 
 
 


The Sway
(A Love Poem}
 
 
So many years I dripped
your jade-clear love, my absinthe on
a melting sugar dream.
I knew the greenest green
that thrives above the ossuary
sprouting summer flowers made from bone.
Grey birds, their long legs trailing,
flew above the estuary. Water blue as
babies' eyes threw back the light of day
like knives to blind us as we rode upon the Sway.
 
You were born
to sit a wild-eyed horse in panic run
through the rainwater of a subsumed road,
to write the outlines of what never was
across the broken tips of Time's last rhyme,
to pick me like a lily in the dawn
then pass my velvet shadow to the moon,
gone like summer light that winks away
when caught in flagrant congress with the day,
like laughter floating out into the Sway.
 
So rock, sweet night, again tonight
as you have rocked so many times before
across the green expanse of yesterday.
You have a keener eye than bird of prey,
more melody beneath the fallen sun,
more teeth than any soft umbraculum
who tears the coral's painted skin away
and sucks its sweetness from the drying gore.
Rock before I wake and lose the way
just before I follow Love into the Sway.
 
 
 
 
May 2025
 
 
 Blue and Green Music, 1921 - Georgia O'Keeffe
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
posted for Word Garden Word List
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Notes: Umbraculum umbraculum, common name the umbrella slug, is a species of large sea snail or limpet, a marine gastropod mollusc ...found in tropical to warm temperate parts of the Indo-Pacific and Atlantic Oceans, where it feeds on sponges...It has roughly 10,000 teeth in its mouth at any one time and will go through approximately 750,000 teeth during its lifetime of up to ten years..."~wikipedia  (I have used my recently renewed poetic license to substitute coral for sponges.)
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images: The Green Fairy, artist unknown, via internet     Fair Use
Blue and Green Music, 1921 ©Georgia O'Keeffe        Public Domain
 
 
 
 

Wednesday, January 29, 2025

Glass Of Darkness

  

 

 
 
Glass Of Darkness
 
 
 
I see the tall glass of darkness
putting out a pot of cinders and ash
where too many cooks have spoiled
the serenade, sweet high song
of sun's guilt evening
to the kicking horse
that must be shot
before it can be free.
 
I sing along, blind in
this bare attic, but every note
that jumps in my throat
lies, dropping bloodless on the
broken map where cities blur
like stars whose cream light curdles
in a dead sky of greysmoke ghosts;
where nothing is ever free.

But I can't stop.
They say every skull will sing
if the wind blows
just right.




January 2025
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
posted for Word Garden Word List
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Images:San Francisco, 1906 post-earthquake © The Atlantic, archives
The Penitent Magdelen ca 1640, Georges De La Tour     Public Domain
 
 

Thursday, November 11, 2021

Cabin

 
 
 

 
 
 
 Cabin
 
 
 
The war was lost, the way
worse. I felt
the tired mare sigh
a heart-green path to
my old lover, the oldest lost
 and brown-eyed truth,
 a place to fold us
peel to apple,
bird to song.
 
I rearranged his
forest home as if
it were mine
 
and so it was
the old mare sighed.

 
 
 

 November 2021




 
 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 posted for dVerse Poets
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
This poem has been edited since first posted.
 
 
 
 
 
Images: Illustration for "Vasilisa the Beautiful." 1900,  © Ivan Bilibin  Public Domain
Peasant Girl Near A Cabin, 1895, © Camille Corot   Public Domain