Mark Ackerson Poet Sijo

Ponies Trampling Snorted Dreams -

Where no ponies free ranged, I dreamt to break and wrangle paints.
            Where ponies bent, broke and bridled, I dreamt to hang away my spurs.
                 Where no ponies free range, I have no spurs and wrangle paints.

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Skat A August 16, 2015 at 12:25 AM Mark, Congratulations on having your poem featured on the soup's home page :). **SKAT**

Vassilis Comporozos August 14, 2015 at 1:07 AM Very clever

Kelli White August 13, 2015 at 6:44 PM I love this places me in the pasture with the herd

Andrea Dietrich April 18, 2015 at 10:58 PM the title goes really well with this most interesting sijo!

Anna Hopper April 17, 2015 at 9:24 AM These beautiful words are truly meaningful, only I don't know what they mean. I enjoyed the confusion. Great write! Mark Ackerson April 17, 2015 at 9:42 AM Thanks, Anna. Perhaps if I were to use the first letter of each word in the title, it would help a bit in understanding...