Wild Horses!
Whoa Horses!
🐎🐎🏇🐎
The herd came again last night
Roaring into my slumber
Galloping for all their worth
Dark night dreams fell asunder
The neighed and snorted oh so loud
Corralling all my wandering artsy ideas
Thought of paintings began to fall
flew away to say “maybe later I’ll see ya”
Oh yes they saddled me with sloth
Disturbing, rambunctious and rude
Columns of email posts and Facebook
Pages that undress me until nude
Naked in my defense the stallions
Raised their hooves as if to trample me
Under piles of words civil and wroth
Covered me with ideas, I did plea
Please oh ponies, race horses too
And cowboy mounts of too much babble
Even though my dream I tried to renew
Seem to fall, trash to ground, scrabble
Scrabble rabballe babble, of me oh my
Maybe upon the morning go to my computer
And erase, nullify abundant clitter clatter
And stop my dreams being any ruder
So where do I start my morning
In this padlock on the table, here I type
Playing on the computer again
Horses neigh as I do write, as I gripe
Now stick to your plan today
You crazy old art-type galoot, of course
And with pen, pencil, brush in hand
Draw, paint, gallop on your art horse
©J. M. Frase-White 27 April 2025, 7:00 am
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