Inspired by a short story called The Rocking Horse Winner,
I wrote this poem during the class discussion
when I should have been paying attention/participating
(which i rarely did)
anyway, I rediscovered it this weekend
It doesn't actually have a whole ton to do with the story...
I don't know,
if you've read it, you can decide.
A rocking horse point of view,
Innocence slightly askew.
Back and forth
Lulled away from you.
A rocking horse rocks back and forth,
It has no charted course
Though it moves, it stays in place
a smile upon a wooden face
It yearns to run
But cannot win the race
Poor, Poor rocking horse
you have no course
A path that merely teases you,
an empty gesture cuts you through.
As hard as you try,
As hard as you run
You journey will never have even begun.