ARABESQUE

I toss...

I twirl and toil to paint pictures
of dapper dapples on the canvas of my mind

reaching for no far-fetched description

of what prying eyes in me should find.

Tamed-
-reined is my youthful colt

Heavy burden...
too early,it doth bear

ere 'tis fullyfledged and grown.

Now...
A horse,but a flimsy dade
which in tasks' face dawdles.

Cravings to be lightsome and nimble
are in him but splay of hue

Thoughts denied...
Expression draped.

Like a cloud that would wager to rain.

Under pressure..
Like the colt,i gibber.

My writhe is not of one,but twain;
the outer load i bear,
and my chambered apparition.

I long to make my gleams ajar

and to no man owe explanation

i am the horse,spoken thus far

in my paintings it is found.

I thus reckon my self a lone lense

'twixt azure's undercoat and the cloud

portraying myself in picturisque...

Of outstretched arms and leg-

-ArAbEsQuE.