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Horse Latitudes
by Timothy SomersI do not know,
was thirty North
or thirty South,
I ended forward
motion.
Yes thirty North
or thirty South,
mind calmed
upon its ocean.
Doldrums entered
wintertide.
Doldrums entered
something died,
within,
I do not know.
Where symphonies
of meanings danced,
and portraits living
always chanced
to find the outward
door,
once then,
no more,
I do not know.
Recurring themes
of marvel dreams,
experiments
in rhythm schemes
all gone from me,
becalmed inside
as if Ive died,
I do not know,
I do not know.
Just once more,
a moment more,
the sound of
windchimes of the mind,
wrinkling notes across
the fine and finite page,
or simply right and sullen rage
of things I only cage in
words,
and cannot change,
no longer know,
I do not know. 06/25/2007 Posted on 06/26/2007
Copyright © 2025 Timothy Somers
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Dan Kasten on 06/26/07 at 01:18 PM I like the rhyme, too, and the build up. Thanks for sending me this way to read your work. |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 06/29/07 at 09:25 PM Timothy, 'tis a tough road we haul when the pen cannot strike the paper and come up with a poem. You described it perfectly. Beautifully penned. love and peace ... |
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