such a wild horse
sleeps within
just to gallop
just to move fast
as storm
to ransack stone to dust
such the wild hoofs
to break the jaws
the salient feature of untold apache
wild his move awakes
with transmitted warm
aflames to ratify
the dribbling tracks of tunicked soil
to strip off every silence to flag
the flood of noise
pain and pleasure
the wild
wild
runs to ruin
her fathomic far
as if any further awake
bother not his sleep within
runs with gallop
runs to break
runs to implant
the scream never loose
its pacific passion
Pranab k c
04/08/2012
This poem brings shadows of the past into the present life.They still carry the light of those moments. Only the sound is really present here, that sound embedding the passion. The horse seems to be an extinct ancient wild horse. David W. Anthony argues that we speak English not just because our parents taught it to us but because wild horses used to roam the steppes of central Eurasia, because steppedwellers invented the spoked wheel and because poetry once had real power.... ~ Christine Kenneally. The wild horse mirrors our experience on a natural habitat, I mean the experience of freedom. Well penned message, wonderful poem, thank you for sharing, Mari.
Sounds like a purebred Philly at the Kentucky Derby...Very depictual/ Pran...Enjoyed this! ~FjR~
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the scream never loses its pacific passion.... how powerful your words are