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Thursday, July 20, 2006 |
My very good friend Rex submitted a fine poem for the Under The Iron Sea poetry challenge. I find the poem visually engaging and dreamlike. Upon informing him of this, he admitted that he did own a horse by the name of Dynamite, and the dreamlike aspect of it lies in the fact that no one seems to remember the horse but him, endearing him even more to its memory.
Rex is an excellent editor and one of the greatest humanitarians that I know. In his previous life, he used to own his own printing press and publish poets. Rex used to write over at his blogsite Ashekanaka last year. You can check out other beautiful poems, thoughts, and a few remembrances of his time in Vietnam as a soldier. He is a natural storyteller. (I’ve been on him for years to write a novel about his amazing and intriguing experience.)
Dynamite
The boy rode bareback upon the black stallion
Forever safe in his speed and sleight of foot.
The boy’s emotions flowed with galloping hooves
Of light that rode the river with no fear.
Surrounded by snakes in a terrible dream,
The boy cried, "Dynamite," and saw the horse
Leap the slithering beasts. Upon his back
They fled the desert mounds of snakes and sped
Toward the river’s edge and jumped it entirely.
The waves froze beneath the boy – and through
Green fields of wheat and hay the boy flew
Happily upon Dynamite’s back.
Not a word he ever spoke about his ride,
About his rising above his dreads and fears
As he rode upon the back of the mighty horse
That loved him back and gave him inner peace.
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Hello World. I'm back. I'm renewed for another year.
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