Just Like That
A horse with blinders cannot see the rider
Saddle filled with weakness and yet wielding the power of rein
Thunder of hooves announce the dry spell of season
Far cry from the sodden passions of muddy trails
And it really does not matter when there is wind.
👁 4💬 1
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (1)
Log in to leave a comment.