Today chased after time, as if on rails.

Whilst my thoughts chased after mindsets,

With which to rail against insanity.

But as usual, I was left in two minds.

I was utterly blank, as in being inert,

That is, bereft of reaction, even of contradiction.

Also I was intricate, as in detailed,

That is, bedevilled by the complexity of my own constructs.

No, it was not a good day for doubts.

My counterbalance to all this

Was my Pen and a Horse.

My Pen I used to write this,

And the Horse?

Mere symbolism, to illustrate

My mare of a day.

(c) 2018 Chris Thompson

all rights reserved.

Cannock, England.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.