The Black Pony

 [Poetry], Sonnets, The Timid Leaper  Comments Off on The Black Pony
Aug 312011

A pony came whose coat was black as pitch,
Whose blood was broody as water in a ditch.
Her eyes were saucers of red command,
Her teeth grew square on the taste of hands.
Wildflowers grew more wild at her passing scent;
Like nerves through skin she raced where she went.
There was more than strangeness in what made her so.
There was more of night in her hooves than men know.
Proud, unobeying breed of tameless hills,
Storm of strength with a godless guideless will.
What light burned behind her being may 
Not have been heaven sent, but burned to stay.
An inner star served as her only lamp:
None took her, none kept her, none triumphed. 

Forgotten friend! forgot beyond

 [Poetry], The Departed Friend  Comments Off on Forgotten friend! forgot beyond
Aug 212011
Forgotten friend!  forgot beyond
	 The soul of solace in the cold,
	 Friend whose tale is yet untold
Resurrect! and before me stand.

Let memory chalice the ghost
	 Spilled to rumors beyond recall;
	 He lives yet, he did not fall,
Yet his bodying has no host.

What is this absent creature then
	 Who lives to others, shares their views
	 Of russet sunsets, yet eschews
The gravid face of his old friend?

Damned by discord, torn in twain,
	 Yet present to the fervid pitch
	 Of inner sense, a lively nothing which
Makes all mem'ry the mem'ry of pain.

Reveal!  From shadow, gloom and gloam
	 Stand forth!  and be again alive;
	 Here, where your memory still thrives,
Your dear self has yet a home.