I Ride The White Horse
by
Richard Reed Jr
copyright 02-19-2007
Age Rating: 10 to 127
Picture Credits:
I stand teetering
On the edge of a murky menacing
Quicksand of euphoria
Searching for the truth
Like Odysseus
I'm tempted by the sirens song
With their sounds of intimacy
These courtesans of the sea
Furnishing the chambers of my mind
With heavenly harmonies
Reality and fantasy merged in intercourse
Illusions like
Diamonds dazzling over my head
The moon like Humpty Dumpty falling from the sky
Breaking into pieces
Melting the earth
Beneath my feet
No longer certain of anything
I ride the White Horse
To the borders of truth and illusion
The quicksand covers my head
As the diamonds fade into darkness
Another needle shoots up into my vein
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Although the poem is about a drug addict, this is not realized (at least by me) until the end. Before (and after) that, I was dazzled by the beauty, lushness, and truth of the language. I fact--with my interest in Buddhism--I found a lot of paradoxical truth in the speaker of the poem. Perhaps--despite his apparent inability to function in the world--he sees something we apparently sane people do not see. Perhaps it is this that makes his resulting suffering all the more poignant.
One teeny tiny little correction: in the first stanza, "siren's" should be "sirens'" to fit the rest of the verse. There! Got that off my chest. I agree with Walt. I hope that guy's simply a persona and not you. An excellent piece.
Best,
Wayne
Spoon hot, liquid cooling, mind lost, trust cold, story board, dies in vision, dry tongue, mental ache will not leave, dance in the devil in veins stripped, marks seed no rest, purpose gone, yet the writer cries for help.. Hope you are just an observer... Walt