Wild horse/ Poetry and me/ Poetry to me

Nudging me to rise

out of the slumber I wear as solace

Dragging me by the hand

past the pretence of knowing

Unmindful of the clime

a freezing dawn or a balmy eve

Scorching my insides

on a noon sweltering

Trotting by my side like a foal coy

at a pace to her pleasing

Galloping other times

I barely managing to keep sight

Roan, dun or sorrel

of many coats and shades

A mind and mood of her own

ever the unminding of my hues

Marching in a cavalry

on some nights unsuspecting

Dawdling along, lost unto self,

a lonely mare at times

Taking me to places

I least imagined or desired

Throwing me off unwarned anon,

encumbering pain I were as if

With straps, stirrup and harness

ready to reign her in

Saddling helpless I sit  in no time

in the throes of my shattered hopes

as she charges away in distance

At her whim and choosing

I have to be on my toes, ever ready

For she may choose to take me

one day to myself,

to the place I have been seeking

like a void within

In the meantime,

All I can is wait and wait I will

Hoping for this wild-steed of poetry

to continue to find me

worth taming.