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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