The exercise of writing is like riding
A Spirited horse. One never knows
Where we may end up
At the end of a trail-blazed course.
The first line tends to set the pace
All others often follow. Where it leads
To land or seas from there may be
Deep inside or shallow.
Thoughts in the mind of horse or human
Guiding reins and bits;
Up and down as some have found
Prancing while they sit.
Anxiously in the slippery saddle awaiting
Thoughts, words, directions or deeds;
While the ride rolls on writing
Poetically proceeds. As if
Driven by the animal or
Soul within a soul;
Writing is like riding
To a stable filled