Wednesday, February 22, 2006


The steed snorts
a conviction of
unquestioned majesty
Fiery flanks and wild mane
tear across the canvas
of quixotic reverie

With a pulsating trampling
of uninterrupted lassitude
the morning gives way
The earth can't contain
all that resides
in the unbleached wild

Violent hooves shatter
the spectre
of unrealized tomorrows
Carnal teeth repel
reminders of unfulfilled yesterdays

Watch as the hawk swoops
with unabashed assuredness
React with all of your
celestial instinct

Onward, beast!
The only moment is now!
Take it.


Blogger GEL said...

This is another wonderfully written and strong piece. I enjoy how you weave together animal and nature as a metaphor for tackling the "beasts" in life. Your ending is perfect for your poem and for potential, personal satisfaction, and fulfillment. (NIce b/w photo, too! Cool composition.)

5:22 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

I meant to add that it's a great twist on "Carpe Diem!" :)

5:23 AM  
Blogger Prat said...

I love the picture. Its kind of there and yet not there...
The way your words flow is so smooth.
Wonderful imagery.

2:08 AM  
Blogger Stormy Zephyr said...

'The only moment is now'...very nice..the steed reminds me of things powerful..of Alexander and Beethoven...Don't ask me the reason for mentioning Beethoven's name...
Nice piece of writing!

12:34 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

**silvermOOn** - Your graceful comments are always a pleasure to read.

The prologue to a book I'm reading - "You Can't Go Home Again" by Thomas Wolfe - was the inspiration:

There came to him an image of man's whole life upon the earth. It seemed to him that all man's life was like a tiny spurt of flame that blazed out briefly in an illimitable and terrifying darkness, and that all man's grandeur, tragic dignity, his heroic glory, came from the brevity and smallness of this flame. He knew his life was little and would be extinguished, and that only darkness was immense and everlasting. And he knew that he would die with defiance on his lips, and that the shout of his denial would ring with the last pulsing of his heart into the maw of all-engulfing night.

prat - Thank you for dropping by. I just discovered your blog, and it was quite a treat to read!

12:37 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

beautiful creatures are horses. something exquisite in their graceful lines. a bit like your poetry here in fact!

9:11 AM  
Blogger bert moth said...

storym zephyr - The horse is a powerful and magnificent creature. Alexander and Beethoven you say? Beethoven's music did have that same kind of symmetry... I think.

cocaine jesus - There really is. Nothing like seeing them run free on the plains - I imagine.

11:02 AM  
Blogger Lorena said...

i love this "quixotic reverie"!!

i'm in love with the words you use to convey the feelings and paint the images.

5:46 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

lorena - Thank you. I suppose it could be attributed to bookwormishnessnessishness.

10:52 PM  
Blogger _Soulless_ said...

a conviction of unquestioned majesty

the canvas of quixotic reverie

a pulsating trampling of uninterrupted lassitude

Striking. Ahh, yes, very striking lines you have ingeniously woven here. And the sounds, when the words are read out loud, how I relish them... ^_^

8:04 PM  
Blogger bert moth said...

Soulless - It's an honor to read your comments. So nice to have you drop by!

1:25 AM  
Blogger Cocaine Jesus said...

wot? no new posts?

9:09 AM  
Blogger blue rogue said...

The earth can't contain
all that resides
in the unbleached wild

these lines.

I love.

they literally throb with unexplored possibilities of color, sound and texture that you have graciously left for one's imagination to visualize.

...and thank you for visiting my blog. words from a writer of your caliber is an honor. :)

4:19 AM  
Blogger GEL said...

Yes, I've read Wolfe. I'm glad he inspired you.

5:04 PM  

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