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.

10 comments:

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.

blackestred 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...

lovely.

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!