A free verse written by Lee Sonogan
If a poet knows more about a horse than he does about heaven, he might better stick to the horse, and some day the horse may carry him into heaven. – Charles Ives
Never stand behind such a stallion,
Shank’s nag is a scandalmonger,
Equestrian without taking that ride,
Get that wide hug after all is said and done.
Bitten before the first word,
Steed’s bulwark sensing similar spirit,
Mythical as the design as a mustang,
Inferred wings are not steep of the immortal pegasus.
The face of the night will be an old wound that reopens each evening, impassive and living. The distant silence will ache like a soul, mute, in the dark. We’ll speak to the night as it’s whispering softly. – Cesare Pavese