The first time I saw
The man with top-hat hands
Caressing and talking
To the fly-infested horses
I saw his nose touching their noses
His sharp treble-cliff jaw
Seemed to grind
As the yellow parched wheat
Snapped, brittle, dry
His boots tapped, in a twitch
On the fence-post

This bitter-root is
Not easily swallowed
Like grains of sand
That sticks in the throat
Sliding glissando
Between thumb and pointer finger
Laying on damp grass it is
Hard to spy on the horses,
Now that he has cut all the buds
From the flowers.

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This is like when you go to sneeze but you can’t.

“To bread I do not ask to teach me
but only not to lack during every day of life.
I don’t know anything about light, from where
it comes nor where it goes,
I only want the light to light up,
I do not ask to the night
I wait for it and it envelops me,
And so you, bread and light
And shadow are”

Pablo Neruda

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  • Leon A.  Walker
    Leon A. Walkerabout 5 years ago

    I understand… Nice work!!!

  • thanks!

    – BiographyofRed8

  • PJ Ryan
    PJ Ryanabout 5 years ago

    oh this is completely beautiful and it resonates deeply with me.

    Laying on damp grass it is
    Hard to spy on the horses,
    Now that he has cut all the buds
    From the flowers.

    what a visual. yes. it is.

  • thank you!

    – BiographyofRed8

  • Genevieve Robey
    Genevieve Robeyabout 5 years ago

    What brilliant strong imagery! A wonderful piece.

  • thank you =D

    – BiographyofRed8

  • ShadowDancer
    ShadowDancerabout 5 years ago

    red, this has astoundingly wonderful imagry… wow, i bow to your pen

  • thanks so much for stopping by

    – BiographyofRed8

  • Robert Knapman
    Robert Knapmanabout 5 years ago

    A classic Red with a killer last line. This one has a whole bunch going on – and I love it that on each read the picture and story surface more and more. Like a beautiful reveal.

  • thanks for the comment. Actually this is the first poem that I had to edit, usually they just come tumbling out.

    – BiographyofRed8

  • rbme
    rbmeabout 5 years ago

    great writing so creative :p

  • bellmusker
    bellmuskerabout 5 years ago

    As the yellow parched wheat
    Snapped, brittle, dry

    You have such a vibrant descriptive technique, knowing just which adjectives to use and in which position…it makes your writing all the richer for it, and so entrancing. I could see this so clearly…..wonderful writing.

  • thank you so much.. your comment means so much to me

    – BiographyofRed8

  • butchart
    butchartabout 5 years ago

    this is a classic red…. i totally agree with what the others have said… you’ve got some heavy hitters loving your work… good on you……….. b

  • thank you Mr B, well I have so many inspiring people around me supporting me. You of course being one of the majors..

    – BiographyofRed8

  • Ushna Sardar
    Ushna Sardaralmost 5 years ago

    excellent piece Bio!

  • thank you so much!!!!!!!!!!! im so honored

    – BiographyofRed8

  • Arcadia Tempest
    Arcadia Tempestalmost 5 years ago

    The feeling of wanting to scrape out my nostrils for horse hair, wheat husks but more so the dust of what I do not want to swallow. The things in life that we do not want to seep into us but we know sometimes “it” sits there like a allergen….a foreign entity to who really and the itch we can’t scratch….Oh to sneeze it to kingdom come!! ON another note….I love a good sneeze….XXX

  • hahahah, great comment!!!!!

    – BiographyofRed8

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