Kai Michael Neumann Poet Rhyme

Equinity

Running wild propelled by echoes of thunderous hooves clip clopping rhyme

A troop of stallions gallop in assonance over fields of pasture in adnomination

Display streams of collective unconsciousness un-trapped by stirrups and reigns

Apposition knows no boundaries when pairing takes part in euphonic neighing


Here in Nirvana they need neither hyperbole nor euphemism to cover lost ground

Para-diastole does not exist in equine paradise as syncope and solecism canter

Karma has no boundaries and parrhesia has lost the shadows of juxtaposed isms

Unsaddled from the weight of the whip the horizon bears no limit for freedom


The herd adheres not to the pathetic fallacy of tamed nature riding roughshod

Over rhetorical questions or self-styled syllepsis of spurs spurned on by clatter

When I look at the feast of mares and fillies following instinct and pure inclination

My path finds their spoor on track to a promised land of inhibition and pleasure



29th March 2020

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Arturo Michael March 29, 2020 at 10:06 AM I never imagined viewing the gallop of the stallion as a collective consciousness...could the same be said for man...I wonder...definitely a unique piece Kai Michael Neumann March 29, 2020 at 12:41 PM I just could not think of anything else describing a horse's paradise. I had far too many at one time. They sort of ended my first marriage and from the horse's mouth, that was a blessing after all.