Worthiness

 

 

 

 

 

 

Cascading falls wash

over tarasiss mind

adrift at sea, peeking

betwixt

my finger tips,

at the vast wide open.

Rosie's finger needles me

whispering something of times

yet to be,  I say HEY

 

Does not now seem trite

that the bits, these fingertips

culled,as I rest floated about

give not scatter worthy's

the mine mind

fear it is, and loathed

not the reason, only fright.

For ever was the dark

howling annals of night

 

carried as a backpack

to  the edge 

cliff diving

from on top that mountain

And here is blessed Sun

dripping long strands of

honey suckled paths 

yes indeed I say

floating out here in see

 

exactly where I wished to be

 

to trot the path,

a horse is a horse

but here again...

ribbon claps and flash

or deferred the glue factory

I'll ask Bamboo Harvester

Surely he will know

How best to act

this coming show

For surely, races will start

And I have a number

 

Horse and man there is no difference if You backtrack life, Your a horses a*s

 

 

 

Reviews

[Girl Friday (Sarah W.)]

Funny that I should read this the night before I am taking my own horse to a horse show :) Well written my friend...of course I enjoyed the imagery, and the flow was great as well. I particularly liked the last stanza, it had a different taste and texture than the rest. Well done!

[Souladareatease]

AHHHH timing:) ...I walk the path between realist and dreamer...but always more heavy on the dreamer side...I believe in timing of things in life...good or bad...but if a good person runs off course theres always signs big or very miniscule that tell us things.......problem is understanding whats said at times...much of that belief structure of paths and such are the heart of this write....this difference in the last Stanza...is from being walking in what was felt as my lifes many dreams won nearly...all at the same time...to swept back out lost.......and then the realigning of the off kilter rhythm my life took to realizing...no...new path...just different ways to the old and always true ones...back in the saddle again...but a bit half empty glass at the time but VERY focused ...lol MR Ed is my favorite actor (no lie) (Bamboo) when I was young (very) I rode a lot, family sections had horse farms...I would visit and ride the trails...I haven't the art anymore...has been very long...last time was here at my home when I was...25 or so....ha Brattius---secrets told -how'd You do that...any way ... I do miss it....ALLL the luck in the show Friday:) Knock 'em dead Kid;)

[Kristallo]

And here is blessed Sun
dripping long strands of
honey suckled paths
yes indeed I say
floating out here in see

This is wonderful. It has a poignant undercurrent to it, the way you've fashioned this is incredible, too, and so unique. Again, I adored your opening stanza, it was powerful and written so eloquently. The ending was whimsy and thought provoking, "ribbon claps and flash" really stood out to me, also. I liked this very much, great job. :)

[Souladareatease]

Always at heart I am Odysseus floating in sea, the quest for life's perfections...and I go from direct and knowing to the frailty of self-doubt or worry...then I strengthen re=evaluate, strengthen my resolve, and then Odysseus is blown back out to sea ...such a vicious circle Lol... always to carry a huge magnifying glass upon my shoulders---my own worst critic....Thank You:)

[Kristallo]

I feel exactly as you do in that sentiment. Though I don't know if I could have expressed it in such a cunning and visual way, in that way, you strengthen my resolve to better my craft. Always, there is so much room for improvement! But for you, stoned immaculate is the word. ;) Your welcome.