Windswept, hungry, choked and blue,
Headin’ for home with a one-shoe pony –
Both of us more about shadow ‘n’ hope
Than muscle and soul –
Limping along the briar’d banks
Between ancient railway-becoming-fossil
And another sunset-mirror lake,
The flood-disturbed surface of which shows
The realities of the world far better
Than my poor eyes do. But
Black thorn and black-light
Defeat my vision as the
Skies bleed their life’s last
Into the water.
I really don’t know
What I don’t know any more:
Just that I’m tryin’
To get back to you.
beeseeker 
How poignant. I love the title too! A lot.
A one-hour walk and some reflection: a little bit different for me – I think. Appreciate your feedback.
The one-shoe pony started off as a limping horse, but needed the extra pathos for drama.
Great images and feeling.
I love those last four lines. So simple yet powerful and emotive
Sitting in a train carriage with a party (not sure if that’s the correct collective noun) of accountants and the buzz-phrase they seemed to use (as I eavesdropped) was
“At least we now know what we don’t know.” and they would snigger at the comment.
But what if you didn’t …?
Thanks for the feed back, always appreciated.
WOW! Very thought provoking. I really liked this piece.
Thank you, glad you liked it.
really liking the change of pace in this poem brother,
especially this imagery;
‘Black thorn and black-light
Defeat my vision as the
Skies bleed their life’s last
Into the water.’