Laura Mckenzie Poet Free verse

Lonesome Rider

Thankless perhaps or just a twisted delusional drift 
Compounded by an mounding anxious rift 
Eyes of turquoise green glass 
Take a direct trip to the past 
Bordering on the edge of obscene
Trembling but not from caffeine  
The minds adrift pickling down 
No smiling glances from the banished clowns 
Creeks running high blackbirds peeking with their purposeful break
Espresso sleek  
Upon a spring morning breezy and free came a muddling self
Time to take a reflecting look for oneself
Changes drifted in like a zephyr from below
And I sit here with my heart in tow
Can’t see the forest from the trees
When the best things in life stand before me
Pulling and tearing at the core of uncertainty
Down on my knees swallowed in a state of sick jubilee
Another message from my minds absurdity
Cracked and dusty now peeling down
Feeling the pain whispering its sound 
This humanity, this space-
Come the lonesome riders and the sadly misplaced

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Tim Ryerson August 1, 2013 at 3:55 PM I think the lonesome rider with 'eyes of turquoise green glass' has composed a beautiful, sad and wisdom-filled poem...I am in awe - Tim

Alfonce Choi July 31, 2013 at 4:13 AM Its last line is as apetising as the first line. You are undoubtedly amazing. I envy every line. - ( am very greatful for your kind visit to my page, its such comments that u give, that give strength to me and value in the tresure of poetry)

Donna Jones July 29, 2013 at 3:26 PM No smiling glances from the banished clowns...I really love that line....among the whole thing...great poem.....

Dan Kearley July 29, 2013 at 11:26 AM Very nice write Laura.... Kind of made me feel like a lonesome rider. And thanks for stopping by with your comments...They are always a pleasure to read. :o)

Debbie Duncan July 28, 2013 at 9:39 PM Well I like your words very much " Can’t see the forest from the trees " my mother told me that a few times ;} Laura Mckenzie July 28, 2013 at 9:44 PM Well thank you very much the poem was about me if you couldn't figure it out, I didn't make it very clear. Thanks for your comments Debbie!

Poet Tacito July 25, 2013 at 2:20 PM It almost sounds like the "riders" & "misplaced" are similar to a sheep-like mentality. I may be off on this one. Either way, you presented some very powerful imagery embedded within, what seems to be humanity beind possessed by misery. Again, I may be off. Wonderful job for messing with my mind! =) Laura Mckenzie July 28, 2013 at 9:19 PM forget it I messed up I was reading it to fast! Poet Tacito July 26, 2013 at 8:29 AM I'm very confused. I was actually complimenting your work (IE: "very powerful imagery"). The "messing with my mind" comment was meaning that this piece made me think. Are you confusing me with somebody else? I've only left positive comments on your other pieces that I started reading this week. Sorry for any misunderstanding. Laura Mckenzie July 25, 2013 at 2:31 PM I'm not messing with your mind my message is deep to me. You certainly have alot of negative things to say about my poetry. Here's what I say if you don't like it don't comment on my work. If you continue to be rude I'l have to report you! I've been a member on this site for years and just came back after two years so give me a brake!!!!!!!!!!!!