Riding the tiger terror of his mind’s eye,

He plunges through dense, dark forests

Leaning at patches of light,

Skidding into the bitter blacks of night,

Seeking the fires of his wonder’s fulfillment

Burning in beauty’s star-white soul

Beyond the jumbled jungle,

While the passionate animal’s heart thunders

Beneath him, he rides.

Questing, questioning, cursing, worshipping,

Wounded and bleeding, alone he rides his tiger

Through the gnarled, wild, wanton woods

And as the vulture verdure girds,

He lashes it and slashes it

With a scorching sword of words.

 

 

#poetrymonth

#encourageayoungwriter

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