A brown pony is
sneaking to my ribs
eating sugar cubes from my palms ,
drinking wine from my lifetime
bathing in my eye's river
galloping and hissing there
for him
I filled my pockets
white
sugar
cubes ,
roses
and
amber ,
for him
I saved
treasures
of love
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Written December 21st, 2002
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mona,
Your pony poems are always revealing. I am always fascinated by them...
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Thanks Rudy
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thanks wintersong:)
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neutral
one level, surface, the other symbolic of a lover -
what are they :)
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don't touch it!
Two levels, Jim? I see three! ;) Beautiful Mona. :) Myra -
neutral
this poem works on two levels!
hugs,
jim -
excellent
Beautiful Mona. Last weekend when I was out walking my dogs I came across a dead pony in the park. It had been shot after breaking its foreleg very badly. I couldn't help feeling that some drunks yobs had been racing around the park with the pony and the pony had put a foot in a hole or something. I was very upset about the poor animal and why had it been in a public park like that. Anyway, this poem of yours seems to have eased my mind about the pony, thank you.
Bill -
i love ponies
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don't touch it!
hee heeee
my grey pony just gets carrots...
but its soo funny- he knows where to look for them now
back left pocket.. he nudges me till i turn around lol
umm also see this as a cool metaphore of a poem :)
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