Somewhere
The morning drive
along a solitary road
kicks up dust
that streams between sunlight
and splits two fields,
one where a horse appears
out of somewhere
in the middle of nowhere
that feels like somewhere (else)
this creature
of strength
of force
of warning
signals that it is not alone
and that three more will appear
seemingly out of nowhere;
are we too late?
too busy admirning faded beauty
in our somewhere
that will be pummeled
and become a lost path
buried beneath layers of settled dust–
with cadavers further contaminating fallow fields
in the middle of a forgotten morning drive
to nowhere
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I love horses, so the dark and ominous turn certainly took me by surprise! Loved the dust/that streams between sunlight.”
Thanks, Chelsie! Sometimes, I’ll take the back roads to get to work. Every once in a while, I’ll see a lone horse just grazing in a field.
I have no idea why, but I felt inspired to make it ominous. Thanks for reading.
H. A., I really like this stanza! The 6-4-6 syllable form feels strong and clear. The alliteration with streams and sunlight then slings with splits (two s’s) and the ending of fields and appears. Nice rhythm, too.
“that streams between sunlight
and splits two fields,
one where a horse appears”
Thanks, Bud. I’m glad you enjoyed this one.
I love this part including the space between – it’s so vivid and reminds me of the kind of hazy day when you don’t know what’s going to happen (like when we find ourselves in the fallow fields)
The morning drive
along a solitary road
kicks up dust
that streams between sunlight
and splits two fields,
one where a horse appears
Thanks, Arwen. I just looked in my rearview mirror this morning and thought, “Oh, look at that dust streaming through the light.” The poem started to write itself from there. Thanks for your kind words and for reading!
This feels like galloping and driving at the same time.
Perfect rhythm and the repetition of the where words makes us fly and keeps us grounded.
A lot of simultaneous discord that really works. Great turn to the introspective.
Great poem.
Thanks, Coleman. I appreciate that you read this so closely and with such care.
beautiful word crafting.
especially love:
dust
that streams between sunlight
and splits two fields,
and
where a horse appears
out of somewhere
in the middle of nowhere
that feels like somewhere (else)
Thank you, Pam! I am glad you read this and liked those elements.
Like Chelsie, the slow turn was captivating!
The subtle calling forth of “doom” and the four horsemen…
Do you still say you’re not a poet? 😛
Thank you, Joseph. I appreciate that you read with such care. Yeah…still not a poet, but workin’ on it. 👍🏼