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Ride to the Mourning
Let death ride me
The black horse that I have become
Steer me to your garden
Galloping the way
Heavy on my hooves
Absorbing all the colors
Of the day
to a conical light
Shafted from below
Where the shadows
Run on the ceilings
With their long fingers
Pulling the life
As I ride
To the upside down sun
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs
The black horse that I have become
Steer me to your garden
Galloping the way
Heavy on my hooves
Absorbing all the colors
Of the day
to a conical light
Shafted from below
Where the shadows
Run on the ceilings
With their long fingers
Pulling the life
As I ride
To the upside down sun
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs
Published 21st Dec 2015
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22nd Dec 2015 1:43am
I guess we're all saddled
with riding the whirlwind -
and simply clinging on
to something or someone -
that's an excellent poem...
with riding the whirlwind -
and simply clinging on
to something or someone -
that's an excellent poem...
22nd Dec 2015 2:49pm
Thank you Paul. Its very meaningful to me to make your list. I appreciate the comments and read.
22nd Dec 2015 9:29am
22nd Dec 2015 2:49pm
23rd Dec 2015 5:19am
that's a fearsome horse, snorting fire & smoke,
& robbing colors.
sinister write...
& robbing colors.
sinister write...
24th Dec 2015 8:00pm
This reminds me of a Poe short story called "Metzengerstein" but it's only a reminder. Your work speaks for itself quite well. The horse here is terrifying, possibly as much as the nuclear bombs. Excellent work DPW!
27th Dec 2015 7:16am
Love the imagery to this one, DPW. Absorbing all the colors of day...or light...or life. This one should have a chill factor warning. Much enjoyed.
Michael
Michael
1st Jan 2016 11:55pm
If death has a garden of such, I wanna come too! ..jus sayin ;)
"As I ride
To the upside down sun <~~ bang! ..tis lovely in its somber
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs"
your dark is stirring and sends mentals in color eeking cascade thru my mind..
always a pleasure, major darlin..
dark shine & curtsies to you,
~d
"As I ride
To the upside down sun <~~ bang! ..tis lovely in its somber
With its rays dripping
Nuclear bombs"
your dark is stirring and sends mentals in color eeking cascade thru my mind..
always a pleasure, major darlin..
dark shine & curtsies to you,
~d
5th Jan 2016 2:44pm
Ok, so I have the tendency to
see more than I read.. meaning
words sort of dissipates and
places me in the realm before
me.
and i want to quote everything
here, but instead all I can do
is see and feel. Yet, it's
understood to a certain degree.
I have these moments or periods
where everything goes (dim)
and I am another which is my way
of dealing.. now that awareness
has been brought forth to me. either
way it has to come out and breathe.
A part of me want to say, let us
inhale then exhale ..slowly to just be.
Ugm, anywho, I ramble..so mind me
not. I felt this in a weird way I suppose
-Howlings
see more than I read.. meaning
words sort of dissipates and
places me in the realm before
me.
and i want to quote everything
here, but instead all I can do
is see and feel. Yet, it's
understood to a certain degree.
I have these moments or periods
where everything goes (dim)
and I am another which is my way
of dealing.. now that awareness
has been brought forth to me. either
way it has to come out and breathe.
A part of me want to say, let us
inhale then exhale ..slowly to just be.
Ugm, anywho, I ramble..so mind me
not. I felt this in a weird way I suppose
-Howlings
