Interfering, yet definable
The dust covers my eyes.
I once saw brightly,
But now it seems I am always in the shade,
A shade of miscalculation
And demise.
There is a barren tree
Looking like the skeleton of an ancient horse
In my way;
It is possible simply to go around it,
Or must I fight, a prisoner of the settled dust,
And lose. I cannot bear the crazed embarrassment
Of losing to a dead horse.
Had I a machete, I would certainly win,
And win with aplomb.
You cannot beat what you do not see.
The Quixote of the barren gulch;
The pallid rider of the fiery-frayed & dead horse...
You have a way with words, conflicting state of mind expressed so well. Sooner or later we are better off with dust settled. Enjoy your writings. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like a mist that blurs your vision, dust has its reason though in no time it settles............clever use of words to show one's feelings.................well composed................Stan