pukete mornings

it's old friends again:

the peculiar icy blue
of an autumn frosted sky;
as a watery sunshine
clears the palate
of last nights smoky dreams.

but wishes are horses
and beggared, i ride
with sky
(and sunshine)
for company.


Gauri Gharpure said...

the poem has this airy, vague attitude that you can carry on with friends around..

the words 'as watery sunshine clears the palate' make a very powerful imagery... nice:)

feddabonn said...

thanks gauri! not sure what you mean by the first line, but it sounds good...grin.

i think this is my first non-angsty poem in a while, lol.

Anonymous said...

I like "Wishes are horses", kinda strikes the right chord... Not that I'm nuts for poems, but for all its worth, nice poem.. :)

feddabonn said...

wow, blackest, thanks! it's worth a LOT, especially *because you're not nuts for poems! one of my pet peeves is how art/poetry have become unnecessarily exclusionary. thanks ey!

mesjay said...


feddabonn said...

thanks mesjay!

Calliopia said...

If wishes were horses
Then beggars would ride....

What's the next lines? I looked it up online once but never got a satisfactory answer.

Lovely poem. Pukete would be where you are now I assume?

feddabonn said...

thanks calli! i think that's all the phrase is, never heard of any continuation!

pukete's a suburb of hamilton, where we live. on the way to me work with horses. :)

John Doe said...

if wishes were horses i'd be able to write half as well as this.

feddabonn said...

>>>blushes with pleasure (and a good bit o embarrassment). thanks jd!