- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Dusty roads
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Click hereI am trailing behind dusty languishing back roads of my mind
Unnurtured wild emotions jump at me at times
Overflowing with fears clinging to mine
Unskilled trembling fingers tear too fast
Leftover memories finding inside shredded peaces
Chewing and spitting and chewing some more far fewer words
than two soccer kids I could hear back at home.
From afar a light wagon floating behind six towering horses,
Their shiny swinging manes calling: “Move aside!”
“Move aside!” their trembling nostrils hissing,
“Move aside!” their hoofs are charting the way
“For the born Queen of poetry – move aside!”
I pay tribute bowing low, my strange foreign hat in hand
Some of the dust is still on me; I put it in my pocket
It may shine on me later.
- COMMENTS
Anschulabout 16 years agoThis feels like two separate works--the first seven lines feel disconnected from the rest. From line 8 to the end I rate this work a 100. The first part doesn't work as well.
"Back roads of my mind" ...not so much.
