You have galloped
on horse back
miles and miles
and
earned many a smiles
as I wait about the corner
in graveyards piles
when will you again
about my frame ride
O poetessdon't be wild
I am still in the field
waiting to be read
SW by thee
you are poetry
for so many
I can feel
Quite a RACY poem. I share your wish to be visited by our beloved equestrienne. When her fresh breeze hasn't blown through for a while, this place feels like a graveyard. But she is riding a long trail now, herding the critters of her imagination. Let's hope her big roundup ends soon. Our hearts are mooing for attention.
I can see the beauty of this person especially the galloping of the horses. Please read my new poem about Michael Mcclure
You have galloped on horse back miles and miles and earned many a smiles
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Galloping poetess of P -H on horse back far far away only to know that I'm dying without you. Waiting for you to turn back and breathe life into me. Well penned. Touching words. Appreciations.