Our poems will wait to speak to us, as we hide ourselves away

confident, in luxury condominiums setting up our safety.

But in our living through the storm,

up on the ridge, with our breath taking us

into the wildness of words, where mustangs

fill our minds, and pine trees

are tossed by the wind,

with blizzards that shake loose

our hesitation

blowing through

the fragments

of our hearts,

we become confident

of our survival,

in a place where

our pens run free

and the poetry paints

the wildness

of our spirits.


I will be posting here once in a while. Thank you for reading!

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2018, ancient skies

29 thoughts on “Mustangs

  1. I so look forward to your poetry each day waiting to see Ancient Skies appear. Will you not be posting as frequently or do you perhaps have another blog site? Golden peace for you…

    1. Thank you Golden! You are an excellent blogging friend. I am posting here much less now. The Psalms website is Monday-Friday. I am mostly writing a novel now. I’m also thinking about the future, I’m not sure yet where to share my writing. Peace to you and wonderful blessings.

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