In early light's approach
a beast of beauty stood
towering o'er shattered stalks
a flickering mass of steamy black
his hair falls tossed high
upon a sheet of muscle dark
aloof his dark eyes gleam nobility
His sinewy neck twists
holding his head to the sun
His youth and strength defy
the moving grass beneath him
Son of the wind
Immovable but for the joy of summer
coursing his visible veins
this beautiful beast
whose guiltless lustre
frees the stallion
within me
About Me
The purpose of this blog is to create a space in which to make more widely available the poetry through which I express myself. Some of this poetry is written specifically as project material and some is simply my giving vent to fits of spontaneity.
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