Greening

Green horses
are aptly named.
Even I wanted to leave
the pasture
for that verdant expanse
beckoning through
the fence.
I could see the meadow flowers,
the sun stretching its arms
in arrays
of energy,
a warmth I was drawn
toward.

And yet bask
on the soft earth I have stood
atop so much time,
admiring a glint, leaning on
the weather-beaten stall wall
as if support should have so many
splinters.

After all,
longing is a look
that is eventually met
with a reflective surface,
like the well, green
also.

I thirst when I see the silhouette
of horses leaning against the sky
knowing I have much to learn
from that which is unbroken
and such.




Image by Bethany Legg bkotynski, taken 11/2014 [CC0].

Puzzling poet

The last line was laid and this tied it all together,
Success!

Yet in the excitement of the assembled vivid scene,

the poet dropped his masterpiece onto the tile floor,

Whereby words shattered and scattered about

Everywhere.

Dejected and deterred, he could only kneel down

and try to pick up the pieces flung in far off places,

watchful for synonymous edges 

and similar shades

and of course, he paid particular attention
to the edges.

It had been done before, 

he told himself to start over,

it would be easier this time,

never imagining a different picture

put together,

he caught himself still glued to the finished image

of the new poem before him-
Stunning!

From out of Nowhere

its edges disappeared,

he saw it would never be finished,
so he took it apart and put it away.




Artwork by Harry Willson Watrous [Public domain or Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

gains & drains & when it rains

If I had a grand

I'd call back that 

paralegal named Gabriel

and retain his professional services 

and following his advice, proceed to 

take out my hammer and

nail that lying selfish bastard to the wall.

He knows

most of the gist already.

It wouldn't take long to catch that Gabriel

up to date

nothing has changed.

He knew this would happen. 

I have waited impatiently.

I am working on this.

I want justice.

I want to feel it is fair for us two,

minus ethos and numerology.

Wrong or right 

redemption is truant. AWOL. 

-cognito err go some-

The Karma 

must have broken down 

in the median 

hazards on, hood up,

awaiting a ride on my back,

again. Help. A tow. 

I am Lost en route.

And although not generally a vindictive

Entity, myself, 

I'd really like to make 

it hurt, permanently.

I'd prefer to take more 

than that idiot has

left from his gambols and gains,

that would be a nice Rebate. 

At least a little freedom, breathing room

sometime somewhere soon...

I know space and air is expensive.

There is no room of my own,

I can only afford to share.

He is taking too much

for himself, 

except accepting 

any responsibility what-so-never.

It could be just me, broken 

without any money. 

If I had a grand 

I should want to take that Stanford class

instead of making such poor investments

with my free time. 

Yet we both know

grand ideas, worthless pennies,

are all I have thought

left.

Painting by Juan de Flandes [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.