Poems that pursue the horizon from past to present and poems created for NaPoWriMo 2017 |
Flung open the doors and smelled the sweet hay Walked softly inside the barn today Approached in his stall, my bay horse treasure Nuzzled my pocket for a carrot! "Say!” My horse is, by anyone else’s measure, Just a horse but to me he brings pleasure A sweeter quarter horse was never found He means the world to me, he's my treasure. Perched on his wide back, riding him around To music, his blithe spirit knows no bound He moves rhythmically quick trotting free In circles of eight, lead changes to sound. Brushing his sable coat brings him such glee He loves any treat, from you or from me His countenance is gracious, sweet and kind, He has black stockings he wears sportily. Stubborn? A horse bit, he knows his own mind Obstinate, stopping to eat sweet hay twined He has soft big brown eyes, a gentle gaze His aged eyes are bright and clear; he's not blind. I see him trotting through the morning haze. Over sweet high green grass, he stops to graze A bay horse prancing with long black mane, Slowing to a stop, he rolls in the maize. ____________________________________________ Entry: 4/27/2017 Prompt: An outdoor setting, anywhere in the open For: Dew Drop Inn Workshop Form: A Rubaiyat poem consists of four line stanzas (quatrains) and is usually tetrameter or pentameter form. Lines one, two, and four rhyme and the third line can be used to interlock the next stanza and by doing so with three or more stanzas, we have a Rubaiyat. Syllabic Pattern: Iambic pentameter Rhyme Pattern: aaba,etc. Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.~~Robert Frost |