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Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash. Leonard Cohen

Sunday, March 2, 2014

She Rides

She heard the hoof beats and she thought of stripes
Imagination conjured up the rare
For all her life she was one of those types
Accomplished what the others did not dare

So with proud peacock flumes tucked in her hair
She rides a zebra through the azure night
She knows that life is more than black and white.

submitted for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads, FB Fridays, Rhyme Royal and WT Benda

6 comments:

hedgewitch said...

Lovely cadence here, LM--it *is* a bit difficult to get into, I think, because it's a very old form, but like all old forms, it really adds something to what is said. This ends up quite simple but sleek and satisfying, especially the ending.

Marcoantonio Arellano said...

i enjoyed this rythm and cadence also, Lola. i like the message

gracias

Fireblossom said...

When you hear hoofbeats....think zebras! Life could never be just black and white for you, LM. You are just too colorful.

Brian Miller said...

smiles...shes like a modern zorro....with style and panache...its def the magic of imagination

Audrey Howitt aka Divalounger said...

Liked this a bunch--and it really does sing for me

Kerry O'Connor said...

This is a fabulous portrait in 7 lines.