Horsedrawn

 

A dissertating letter of addressing to one who will be 10/10/05

 

Sing to me      Sing to me just for a little while

We are being  being in love

Brushed through the air on a fair

Sunny day       all our thoughts

Were scattered under the omnipotent

invisible stare

I’ve driven myself underground

for the last time I make a stand

ing alone not sure

Where being stubborn will lead

So many strings tugging to emote

Know how I feel

So I stare

fixating

on the thought

Staying

flowers growing smaller

thorns enlarged

rising to take precedence

dethroning petals

Becoming Thorned Roses

 

touching the flower

feeling the thorn

Where are you

My Beauty

The voice I need to hear

upon the lullaby

on my rusted steed I ride

 

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 Page Two

 

 

My steed is rusting

Undriven

Stationary                                  Quite the job to take

Ashamed                                    on this bundle of mess

unknowing                                     All neatly packaged

Dismissive      into one being

Plagued    Who is driven to make

Volatile        all this tarnish look

unstable                              like character, defining difference

Single minded

argumentative                                Standing at the cliff

Proud            of almost never

Vulgar      Waiting to get better

loony          While the wind and time

picky               erode all my

absurd       “face the day

legalistic      discover being new

vulnerable        Every day”

lethargic          resolve

lazy

clumsy                  Make me your melody

lacking         Take me into your heart

Possessive      let me be planted where

greedy              I fall.  Grow roots in the

Jelious                bedrock of your emotion and

indecisive       When Spring comes we will see

Self Serving        if fruit comes or if I am barren

                           Daddy needs a new

                               Coat of arms

Locked in a tower Waiting         

 

 

What good am I lost in the crowd?

 

 

 

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Page three

Under close observation I am

not charming as defined by the

mystical voice in your head

by the tales approved since youth

Expectations in comparison with yourself

        Nor am I inclined to

breech the defenses of stone

I just stand there

        Confused

I go home Sleep on it

talk with my parents and friends

pray on it

come back again

still there

My beacon among many towers

           a spectacle in a crowd of

active gallant men

Enough beating on myself

I tear the wall down

rip you out the rubble

you’ll survive

      maybe dragging your feet a little

we go home

get some sleep

Share moments

Wait and see

and maybe if it all works out

Write our own accurately depicted

emotionally driven faerie tale.

           and if not, oh well,

                    

But any day without you seems to me like my own

personal last day

Author's Note

I origionally wrote this as a letter to my imagined to be wife. But on second look I knew I couldn't just keep it to myself. Feel free to make comments on spacing and flow of thought.

Reviews

[Eva Luxor Handayanto]

romantically bossy... :D