Why do all my creative spikes happen at 3 or 4 in the morning? I have no idea. Good thing I'm a night owl by nature or I'd never get anything done! Anywho, this is a random poem I wrote not 5 minutes ago inspired by a drawing of my horse that I finished a few minutes before (see photo below). Alright, I'll stop blabbering and get on with typing it out for you. Keep in mind this was a totally in the moment poem, so don't expect it to be that great or refined in any way.
"Hoofbeats"
Dancing, pounding,
sparks flying,
Wind whipping, whirling on dusty planes.
In the sunny places,
quivering stones whisper of immanent cacophony.
A hush,
A growing roar,
A quaking siren song
busting forth a thousand hoofbeats.
A wind so great
all nature bows in reverent homage.
Blurring black, brown, red, white,
Colors to make an artist weep.
Tossing, kicking, bucking palette of majesty
Pure manifestation of freedom and ecstasy.
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