Poetry Train…

With a bellow of rage

The beast bursts forth.

Anger and power in every


His hand grips.

Legs wrap tight.

He rides the demon.

The ground shakes.

The air fills with

Dust and heat.

But there is no sound.

Poetry in motion

As he conquers the monster.

He bends,

But doesn’t break.

He believes in his own


The animal stops,

Head bowed.

Sides heaving.

He walks away,

Defiantly turning his back

On the beast.

He survives,

But next time

He might not be so


T.A. Chase c. 2008

5 Responses “Poetry Train…”

  1. Jambrea says:

    I second that. 🙂

  2. Melissa Bradley says:

    I agree, Jambrea. You could easily see this as being about a relationship. TA needs to just put all his poems in a book so we can read them whenever we want.

  3. Jambrea says:

    Ok…now that you’ve said rodeo I can read it that way as well. I think it can also be read as a relationship. I think that is why this is a great one!

  4. Melissa Bradley says:

    A very poetic take on the rodeo. I love it.

    Happy Monday!

  5. Jambrea says:

    Does this have anything to do with you working on your dragons? 🙂

    Another great poem. I can see the man and beast clearly.

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