Tuesday, July 10, 2012

clouded into obscurity

Chilmark Hay, 1951 by Thomas Hart Benton
that horse wants hay
and that clown pushes him away
in those coloured clouds
raindrops sway
when trees turn to be dragons
can the horse be far behind?
elongating his neck
he refuses to move
the mounds interest him
yet the horse talks to the ground
everybody hurts sometimes
be it man or horse

"you take the circular path
I will trudge the river in a straight line"


Tess Kincaid said...

I talk to the ground sometimes too...

Anonymous said...

he does look tired... world-weary

Margaret said...

Can't say the farmer looks rested. Farming is hard work, lets hope he treats his animals well.

Brian Miller said...

sometimes i feel like i am talking to the ground when people dont answer back...

Jack said...


How true! Everyone of us is hurt sometime or the other at being denied what we want.

Take care

Anonymous said...

I enjoyed this one. It certainly covered things that hadn't occurred to me. Thanks for the read.

Irish Gumbo said...

Perhaps the farmer doesn't see the hurt for the hay. One wonders what the ground says in return to the horse.

Anonymous said...

raindrops sway
when trees turn to be dragons
can the horse be far behind?

- really enjoyed those lines. Tis a great image.

Semaphore said...

I really feel for the way you evoke an emotion in the horse without anthropomorphizing it.

Gerry@Strummed Words said...

I was also moved by those pink clouds! I like the lesson of your poem

Sue said...

Reminds me of the REM song.