I dream a horse, a cat, a dog,
A butterfly.
I ride into the mist.
Cat prowls on my left flank.
Dog sniffs along on my right.
Butterfly takes point.
Horse picks her way
Through abandoned arms
And mouldy bones.
I have no hope;
Ride slack-reined
Toward the horizon's glow.
Is it the sunrise,
Or just another fire?
Or is it the final light
Of a disgusted setting sun
That has seen too much?
Very nice and vivid images with active motions for each, and profound thoughts that carry weight and impact in the end lines.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem with structure, keep writing.