Riding an Arabian Horse
for Laura
Written on a nebula
of cursed sand,
verses of opal and flesh
erode the moon,
shame her like betrayal,
shrink her to a puddle
of tinsel,
and make me an angel,
ascending and dreaming
Bedouin dreams,
sifting through words
to match this galloping Muse.
I will bless the one slender
breeze in the hollow air,
I will bless the clear
vastness where a ballet
was born-the trot of a
gazelle and the limbs of
a goddess
too beautiful for our
disposable lives.
Patricia Joan Jones
To read more of my work go to: My Poetry List
Vote for this poem
Riding an Arabian Horse
|
|
|
|
©2000 - 2022, Individual Authors of the Poetry. All rights reserved by authors. Visit My Home Page | Start Your Own Poetry Site | PoetryPoem [ Control Panel ] [ Today's Poetry - ALL Poets ] [ Search ]
| |
|