William J. Jr. Atfield Poet Rhyme

My Little Mustang Girl

My little Mustang Girl

Lost am I, in this gray wilderness.
A beautiful place, but what a mess.

An exotic vision, riding your Mustang.
A heard, the head of this wild gang

of experiences roaming this wilderness,
electrical impulses, I must confess

permeate every, neural pathway,
every synaptic cleft willing to fray

within this old brain, this fragile heart,
yet never to know the joy of a new start.

I see you upon your Mustang, sitting erect,
sun in your lovely face, hair streaming, what effect.

A vision of a wild and beautiful Mustang, free,
mane and tale floating upon memories, for me.

Galloping down the hallways of my memories hoard
where all the beauty, I experienced with you, is stored.

Leading this heard further and further into the universe
you’ve run me to the edge, leaving little more for this verse,

except to wonder, why ?, do I still hang on so
to this love for you that I came to know.

B. J. “A” 2
January 11 2015

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Skat A June 12, 2015 at 1:05 AM William, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. SKAT love William J. Jr. Atfield June 12, 2015 at 12:15 PM Thank you Skat A, for “ William, Congratulations on having your poem featured this week. ”. It has been quite a while since I last saw a word or two from you or sent a few. Hope all has been well with and for you ??? I see that you are still creating excellent poems. Quality over quantity I see. “ Secret of the Mortician ”. Isn’t that the end of so many relationships ??? All the rest, that I have read, speak for themselves. B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . )

Constance La France June 10, 2015 at 8:52 PM William, congratulations on having this beauty selected as a feature poem this week William J. Jr. Atfield June 11, 2015 at 12:14 PM I have to question the reason for your nome deplume “ Broken Wings ” ? Does it come from “ Broken Wings ” by Mr. Mister, ” ?, for it surely could not have come from our local B. C. author, Nattanya Andersen, of “ Broken Wings ” for you must live somewhere in central Canada or the United States. Of course there is the possibility that it may have come from your life’s journey ? After reading “ the dream lingers ”, “ Tapestry ”, “ The Beauty That Was ”, “ ''Oh Why, The Pain of Night, Dreams'' ”, “ After All These Years ” I wonder if some or all are not auto biographical ?, if so ?, your Nome deplume is most apropos . Broken wings healed, can become stronger and capable of lifting one higher upon the turbulent winds of life !!! B. J. “A” 2 ( Bill . ) William J. Jr. Atfield June 11, 2015 at 12:13 PM Good Morning Broken Wings : Thank you Broken Wings, for your comment “ William, congratulations on having this beauty selected as a feature poem this week ” and for your visit . A piece of trivia for you, Broken Wings, if you will – I love the beautiful song “ Broken Wings ” by Mr. Mister, and I have a book, “ Broken Wings ”, a gift signed by the author “ Nattanya Andersen ”. Coincidence ?, fate ?, that you would be one of two that passed comment on my stuff .