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Abandoned Rocking Horse
larrylark

Turbulent air stirs nostrils.
 1
Tiny antennae hairs curl
 2
against early dawns unfolding light.
 3
 
 
Ahead, left jockeyless in the night.
 4
Without a friend. A messed up thoroughbred.
 5
Hurdler with  disrupted mane and tresses.
 6
Horse hair matted, body stained,
 7
black as molasses.
 8
Wrenched off his rocker, saddle stolen.
 9
varnish flakes fallen.
 10
An inanely bold grin, between stained wooden teeth.
 11
Dull glass eyes seemed to cry,
 12
"Take me home,I'm a good little horse.  
 13
Don't want to spend the night alone,"
 14
I walked past as my vision blurred,
 15
causing me to stumble on a bundle of rags.
 16
Abandoned doll stirred, also off course.
 17
Picked myself up, wiped a tear from my eye.
 18
Why did I cry?
 19
 
 
A soft voice whispered no one was there
 20
"Roundabouts and swings,
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all those many things  denied.
 22
The gift that used to  top your birthday list.
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Dapple grey pony who would snort and hiss.  
 24
Walking and talking like a real live Mr. Ed.
 25
Told bedtime stories as he tucked you up in bed.
 26
Stirred up the cocoa from the bottom of your cup.
 27
Gave fly by night rides through starlit skies,
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while you shrieked for him to stop.
 29
His hot breath blew on  your sleepy  tight curls.
 30
Yes! You weep for each and every toy you  enjoyed,
 31
When you were a small girl or boy."
 32

20 Apr 05

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oh, amazing.
 — tragicbubble

i'm glad you went straight into hairs after the first sentence.
the third sentance is very long
the language denser than usual.
furry and cuddly in the last line is putting me off, as the horse till then hadn't seemed either furry or cudly, with it's chips of varnish etc.  nor does the furry and cuddly description recall those toys at the top of the list.


i don't know. how is undensify it a little and strengthen the ending. for an unhelpful crit?
 — kaleidazcope

Dear Tragicbubble

I wrote this after stepping between two cars and falling over an abandoned rocking horse on my way up to my local public house. I thought ,"MMMM,This is strange i usually fall over on the way back." As i got to my feet and walked away i heard "Preserve me for posterity...." repeated over and over. Thunder and lightening flashed across the sky and every rocking horse who had ever died hurtled across the heavens. I grabbed a passing neighbour and cried ,"Good god man ,did you just see what I've seen?" "Oh them rocking horses in the sky says he, they they fly past regular as a mantra once a week>" "You don't say." ses I.
"Yep" he replies "Most people never see them cus most people don't ever look up and notice the beauty in the sky."

Larry Ghost riders in the sky Lark
 — larrylark

very nice. as soon as i started reading this i couldnt stop. beautiful and complete to the end.
 — SweetPain

Dear Sweetpain

Your comment rocks

Larry of his rocker Lark
 — unknown

Dear K.

Thanks for your as always penetrative crit which i shall consider carefully.

Larry
 — larrylark

Oh, "The gift that used to lie top of your birthday list", got to me. Started an amazing parade of images in my head. I liked the juxtaposition of the cast aside pony and the childhood dream pony. MMMM
 — SharonH

Cear Sharon

Maybe this poem is OK or maybe it steers towards sentimentality-not sure but i'm glad you liked it.

Larry Banbury Cross Lark
 — larrylark

Hope you don't mind if I use this with a photo of an abandoned toy I photographed ... if you do please say and I will remove the poem immediately... Thank you for capturing the mood that hit me when I took the photo...

http:// www.flickr.com/photos/lynnmorag/330439247/
 — unknown

Hi unknown.

I feel honoured,use away

Larry
 — larrylark

Thank you, Larry.

Lynn
 — unknown

Trees, trees
Glorious trees!
The grass, the grass,
Don't let time pass!
The wind in my mane
And the smell of sweet hay!
The trickling of the creek
And the warmth of the day!
This must be Freedom,
This must be Life,
A world without bindings,
A world without strife.
Please, please,
Keep it this way!
Please, please,
On this wondrous day
 — unknown

neato poem this is.  I was lured by the title, loved how it unfolded.
thanks,
jen-
 — jenakajoffer

Dear Unknown

Have you ever heard Chestnut Mare by tThe Byrds. Your poem is an echo to that song

Larry Lassoo Lark
 — larrylark

Dear Jen

This is one of my own personal favourites among the extensive repertoire wot i wrote

Larry pencil stub Lark
 — larrylark

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