Living for the next ride & Writing about Horses In Between
With my soul mate
on a candlelit date
not caring how late
of a perfect night we create.
Snuggled in bed
laptop glowing at my head
surrounded by art
furry snout snoring over my heart.
Perfect horse rides
under clear skies
Trailing alongside fireflies
Scaling mountain highs.
Clinging to the receiver,
All my hopes in one hand,
Listening for an answer,
Listening for an answer.
Click.
A moment of silence.
Listening,
Listening.
“Can’t you stop calling?”
A rush of blood;
Leaving you in suspense,
Living on your fear.
r/SimplePrompts -“I don’t want this anymore.”
“I don’t want this anymore.”
Scared to open my closet door.
Turning sideways to cross my room.
Because I wanted to be
good at that, or try something new
a decade ago.
As if I could course correct
my life with the things I’ve kept.
Because “some day” is still possible?
My possessions
serve as lessons
against impulsiveness.
I ache to throw it all away,
but I’m stopped by the weight
of the fortune I turned into a mess.
How fortunate for it
that I’ve come to value, value
over my own comfort.
When will I own up to my own objects?
When will I have the guts to reject
the pressures they represent?
How do I say all of this in a classified ad,
or bottle it into a vaccine
against buying anything ever again?
A happy cloud saw a sad little girl.
He grew hooves and a mane,
And lifted her
To heaven.
