Fill is to feeling
as Cossack is to Mars –
Your gallop, flying over steppe,
riding into the air at escape velocity
To raid the stars,
the moon your scimitar –
braving the impossible sky,
an arc across cold space
From the heat of your horse –
Quadrille for dVerse
qbit 
Inspiring!
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That’s a wild ride, Q, love the moon as scimitar, and the heat of the horse.
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Ah, thanks!
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Nice line: “braving the impossible sky,”
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Thanks!!
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I can see that fantastic ride across the steppe (a Ghengis sense in that scimitar)
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LOL! Thanks!
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Great, thanks!
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“braving the impossible sky”
This line in and of itself is a poem. Or perhaps a title to a new one. LOVE.
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Thanks!!
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After the poem you linked for Sunday Muse, I had to read another. I love your use of the phrase “escape velocity.” The use of particular lingo like that really works. And “the moon your scimitar”. Perfect.
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Oh wow, thanks for checking these out!
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