Pony Verse: A Collaborative Collection of Pony Poetry

by darf

No Moss

No Moss

I once asked Father on a dew filled May

“Why do we turn the rocks?” He looked away

And would not answer. Mother wouldn’t say.

But Granny shrugged, and whispered in my ear,

“Because we know no other way.”

It was strange to hear.

Our turning had no overseer

Of reason, only what the years

Had told us we should do,

And should do since we’re reared.

But was it true?

I can’t deny that doubts within me grew,

As too did hopes for some pure purpose to break through.

But after hours of pointless turning,

Those hopes and doubts withdrew.

I lost my yearning

To turn rocks, and concerning

All parts about their turning, I cared not, spurning

Their pointlessness. I could not see the use,

Nor did I care for learning.

I guess I seemed obtuse

To both my sisters, who worked without excuse,

And flipped the rocks, thinking my doubts a ruse.

But they ne’er heard her words that day,

And so lived unconfused.

Author's Note:

Poem by Aquillo

Comments

[FerrousSpark]

Wow, i must say i loved the flow and use of visual in this poem. Gotta be my favorite so far, pinky is my favorite of the main 6 and I've always wondered of her upbringing