New Gait by A. Paige White I sing a voiceless horse my bantered canter can't recant I can't speak the peek in his speak I see a city peak I'm hoarse as the voice of the voiceless horse unless he wings me vocal cords that bind, negate before so blind behind the door behind new gate the voiceless horse I'll chant his canter c h a n g e my morse remorseless codes the voiceless horse spread my pegasus wings I gain great attitudes of gratitude altitude I stretch over the withers leaning for the whisper his talk won't balk at the neck or next of ink or charcoaled -blissed her- blessed new gates await before his gait, paws the new gate 12/28/2007 Author's Note: Oh angel! Stretch out your hand! Dreams are wondrous things...Especially when awake! New gait 2008 Posted on 12/28/2007 Copyright © 2026 A. Paige White Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 12/28/07 at 11:57 PM Galloping with word play - love it. Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 12/29/07 at 12:48 AM fun horseplay, canter on Posted by Charlie Morgan on 12/29/07 at 05:42 PM ...paige, you impress me w/ the alliteration and congruence of the pome, from a yin yang riding along seeing/wheeing...lovely twist o' existence...sometimes i am the/a hoarse horse, eh???good un, paiger, chaz Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2026 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)