Sunday, February 28, 2016

Poetry Rides Again



Expression's freedom
to roam on the backs
of silver shadowed

word-steeds, 
one, and again,
and another...


Until we reach a 
much-storied crossing 
on the margins of this
deserted wilderness,
veiled in fog of war 
and doubt;
cursed to wander 

since ancient times; 
perpetually,
yet willing.

3 comments:

Cloudia said...

Love your fearless vocabulary. I find myself creating my own words and terms.

Charles Gramlich said...

Gotta love "word-steeds."

eric1313 said...

You can tell I've been reading a lot of Tolkien lately.