Horse Riding Poems

A long night folds inwards.
Fast breathless dreams run together,
old stories retold
absent of beginning's or endings.

Between them
lucid periods, when the mind
reviews many fleeting scenes
seeking reasons or...

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“Pale Words Riding the Revolution”

it takes a woman
to bear the pain 
of a world ripping
wide open, apart

a part,

the child 
crowns crimson 
marked forehead
cheeks and lips,...

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("Windhorse", 2023, original encaustic)

Riding a Wind Horse

Every time I sit, really just sit
I'm reminded that this
is enough
to let it go and just settle
without expectation
but alert...

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Pitching a leg across the nether
Of a pretty appaloosa or possibly
A chestnut bay who needs to know
That she’s being ridden by someone
Who will take her...

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At his readiness, medley reduced to romance
     Pure patched with strategy, pony Rosinanthe 
     Slick sleuth rotund...

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Winter’s morning brought a sight to the old woman’s eyes
It was a fairy riding a bunny, what a photographer’s prize!
She ran for her camera after...

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Let’s go horseback riding; it will be fun!
I say “I don’t want to.”
She keeps hounding me.
I say “Do you want me to lie?”
I finally lie.

Because...

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Appaloosa, Mustang or Paint
Breeds to ride and love, breeds who ain’t
Broken by pain or heartbreak
But show them a rattlesnake
That horse won’t have much self-restraint




Put Your...

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On horseback, he seemed taller
At 6’4”, he wasn’t really smaller
Than those who wore a white-collar
Going through life to make a dollar

In the picture, he didn’t...

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He’s judged and condemned to take the saddle, yet, still fighting
without surrender, while we slip the bit between his jaws.
This, and ducking feet in dubble...

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Met a surfer today
  riding the crime wave
Ax-murderer that I am
  he went to a watery grave

I got away scot-free, of course
 ...

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Out of the yard
    daughter Bev & me
  on a hot summer day
        ...

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I’ll ride away from city life,
from the dingy brown of smog
and the mixing in of gray
with the white of tule fog.
Escaping black of pavement,
to New...

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Gentle and good, filled with life
That penetrated my soul
You never gave me any strife
But shared the dusty trail
Wise and warm, filled with insight
That left me...

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Tiring also feeling well no
Sick beaten or bed ridden 
Walking slow for taking grave 
Going with the nature's law 
At the age of Ninety four...

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