A Handsome Eye.

This poem was written for my Writers Reading Poetry Seminar, and it had to be an ode to something. I have edited it a lot since the first draft, and this is my final piece; for now.

A Handsome Eye

Nature’s grace is charging, legs pounding the
ground below. The tail’s turned into rivers as
the long, course, horsehair flows.
There’s a face that’s so intent, filled with honesty and
strength, and charging towards what is to come, while
shying from what was. It lifts itself to begin to fly
over obstacles in the way. It tucks its knees to ensure
it’s clearing them with ease. Then landing on the
other side, and moving on more clearly;
Its neck arches with a selfless pride, and flashes a
handsome eye as long legs keep it running
and it can leave the past behind.