Reflections of a Cowboy


Staring in this mirror I see him hidden in me eyes 

A reflection of a silhouette riddled with ancient ties 

Stirring souls within this mirror image slowly arise 

As I battle until the weaker ones demise  


In ever changing prairies where life evolves 

Piece by piece this outlaws essence dissolves

Traded me soul in for whiskey to fan my fires 

Lost me heart in raging storms of desire 


I recall in these prairies a remote memory

Many sunsets ago who the outlaw used to be 

Walking in both realms has taken its hearty toll

Blackened the edges of what was a kindred soul


This reflection an image of what was and what is

Reminiscing the olden days is what I'll mostly miss

Earning pay dirt calling this unknown prairie home 

Encircled by his new posse but he'll always be alone 


He hunts for this mysterious unicorn to find his claim 

To have it said his life's work wasn't all in vain 

Where once it use to shine like neon lights

It grows darker by the day and lighter by night


He strolls through life on paths less trodden

Drifting from towns like a gypsy times forgotten 

A stranger among strangers in a exotic place 

A drifter out of touch with the human race 


With a swallow of whiskey he begins to understand

This reflection who stares back is now a changed man 

A victim of his own deeds who failed to learn

With match in hand only one bridge left to burn


Chasing a reflection that's long been erased

His cowboy directives he's somehow lost base 

The morals instilled have become muddied waters 

Without his mentor he's not fulfilling his order 


Only chance left is of this magical unicorn he speaks 

To breath life back into him before he's too weak

He's still got the heart but not the legs anymore

To survive any war you have to become war


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Comments (4)

  1. macabre360

    Yes there within that polish glass we do often see what we were, what we are and what we may well be.
    How one may confirm or change a reflection once reflected is the ongoin’ task of such nomadic spirits as we.
    Always in top form wonderwall your poetry and a lift and inspiration to this Birds wings you be.

    February 13, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      Always a pleasure, arghhhh indeed thy image is rippled with many faces of current past and future torments
      Thanks for reading my scribbles or rambles as I say, one day I hope these waters I tread will still and the image i of my reflection is what I’ve have been longing for
      I doff me hat once more bb

      February 16, 2017
  2. morningafter7

    Wow! There are some very impressive lines in this poem, wonderwall! I particularly like, “It grows darker by the day and lighter by night”, and especially – “To survive any war you have to become war”. Awesome how you tied it all together. Really nice work!

    February 13, 2017
    1. wonderwall79

      I tip my brim MA7 it’s a pleasure to have you say such kind things about a mad mans thoughts from such a word smith as you.!!
      Yes I did rather quite like those lines too not that I pat myself on the back
      I hope to one day find a reflection I recognise again, thanks for riding in these prairies and visiting if only for a while

      February 16, 2017