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TheMan&HisHorse

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littlewing53
, 08-14-2007 at 08:45 PM (920 Views)

end of the dance, JDChallenger

gallant is the man
who stands tall on a horse
tethered to a rope
of silk and straw

chanting his name
silent and strong
reflected in the fire
his yesterday tracks

faced him in vision
streaming colors unknown
between the sky and earth
untethered and unchanging

recognizing his words
in the sound of beating drums
shared in far off memories
too numerous and old to count

his spotted horse nudged close
acquainted his spirited warmth
as his mane caressed my face
and told traditions unremembered in time

too soon he was gone
left in my grasp
a wisp of his mane
and his chant written on my soul
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  1. kiz_paws's Avatar
    I enjoyed your poem (as always!), but that last verse really stands out, littlewing. Loved it!
  2. applepie's Avatar
    This was a nice poem. I don't know a thing about the mechanics of poetry, but I enjoyed reading it. Good job.
  3. littlewing53's Avatar
    thanks a lot for the comments... there's a smile around around every corner...

    this man i met on a journey thru mesilla, new mexico quite a few years back...in an old square...his spirit was lurking in corners unseen...i could feel his breathe on my back...like he was standing behind and over me...it was not something to fear just very unusual...as soon as i came upon this square i did not want to leave...i did not see him per se...but i did become acquainted w/his nature...

    mk, funny you should mention mechanics of poetry...i don't know nothin' 'bout it either....was just reading abt that very topic in another post...i'm a bit of a rebel abt structure of poems thought it was always so confining but maybe it is a good thing...as martha would have sed...where does one start and begin a journey as that...gotta say how this lit site has been encouraging and enlightening as far as poetic expression...