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Foals
by Philip F De Pinto
The foal
Which is my hand
Recently birthed of my pocket
Has no other goal
But to trot or stampede with yours
Birthed of your purse
Over the blessed nay accursed meadows
Of our becoming gelding and mare
Maned couplets to be certain
Faring well
To squeeze
As we please
The molding in our combined hand holding
And lastly on our lists
The pinching of the wrists
Ceases the logs running
In our pulse
Albeit they had a good run
Wending their way
To the mill and the saw
The carpentry and the planing and glue
And not the final strawing of which
Would have barned and bonded two souls unclasped
In stalls nay separate but one
And what is left of such foals
Arrived at summation
Yet denied consummation
Save be interred in pocket and purse?
01/10/2016 Posted on 01/10/2016
Copyright © 2024 Philip F De Pinto
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 01/12/16 at 01:07 AM The thought of hands trotting about is quite an entertaining visual, Philip; the holding is the magic, isn't it. One can only hope they will not be interred for long. |
| Posted by Elizabeth Shaw on 01/13/16 at 03:38 PM Darling Philip, if every there was a poem to excite, to burst nay break down the gates holding one down, to still the meadows listen red, the smells of cedar lofting in our thoughts like your logs coursing through my veins - this foal is like a good healthy kick in would be poets pants! I hear your now get up and be doing you dimwits whilst the logs wheel turns - O this poem does this and more, it's beauty likens to Keats 'to haunt my days and chill my dreaming nights', as well as to Ghassan Zaqtan's poem Black Horses as translated by Fady Joudah,'raising my ghosts and feeding them that they swim like black horses in my sleep'. I can not do justice to your brilliance... so thankful for this beauty...Foals. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 01/19/16 at 08:39 PM Gelding and mare is an interesting couplet, maned or tamed, and pocket/purse equally effective synecdoche pairing. And yes, it does take two to tangle... |
| Posted by LK Barrett on 02/24/16 at 11:09 PM Dear one, such a singing ringing paean to spring, and two-ing and fro-ing and all the light laying above the real...you are the clouds in my coffee, I'm just wild about this...thank you for the lovely riot....lk |
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