The Blurred Mustang In My Foggy Dream Poem by nimal dunuhinga
The Blurred Mustang In My Foggy Dream
I do remember my art teacher a Belle
And really a Goddess; Her fallen hair reached the buttocks
Talking eyes and the pleasant smile that brings flux to a lonely heart.
Still it's a dilemma why she remained as a spinster?
My nostalgic thoughts ferried into the boisterous schooldays
And she drew a horse on the blackboard.
Later she explained; 'Mustang is a wild horse of Mexico and California.'
Right now I want to shout to my dear stunning teacher that I struggle to live in California and I dream sometimes my beautiful Mustang neighs;
' Unfaithful Master you have already jumped the hurdle leaving me alone at the border.'
* The butterfly counts not months, but moments, and yet has time enough.
-unknown
To Alison & Jerry, Sandra, Amanda, Delilah, Dave, Denis, Duncan, Max and et cetera...................
A poem of longing and nostalgia. I can feel your pain. Thank you for the dedication. It is a privilege to be your cyber friend. And thank you, too, for the quote from Tagore. It is a favorite of mine. Friends 4ever, Sandra
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4/26/2024 11:42:11 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Dear Nimal thankyou so much, my friend, for the dedication........I am honored....to be mentioned in such lovely and compassionately creative company...... as always, your beautiful and determined spirit shines through in this poem.... again...I welcome you to this land...you are a treasure and I am glad you are here.....anyone who has met you must see and feel just what an asset you are to wherever you may be...........may the blessings of hope, peace, safety and joy be yours and your family's........ Take care and be well..... Love, D.