For, THE MAG
At first glance, and without seeking the meaning of this artist I write ......
Ponytail by Last Exit
Image by
Tess Kincaid
at
Magpie Tales
for
The Mag
Märchen
Here I sit
By week within my concrete life
pondering, apart
from you.
Riding over the course of my days
barn sourly
at your absence
aloof at best.
Being one with you
thundering across my mind's eye
Dreaming like Aphrodite.
Me, alive like a horse
our thoughts and legs
move in unison.
Yours in a field of clover
mine to a tenure.
I see your gait
running the walk
and keeping pace until
I place my kiss upon your blaze
once again we
endure.
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25 comments:
Beautiful and vibrant words.
Now even more I wish I could ride a horse.
You describe that union so well.
That horse is right out of my dreams!
I feel it.
Wow, so lovely and heartfelt ~ I sighed on the last verse ~
Happy day to you ~
Hi Ho Silver, away! Great post.
Wow, rich vein!
Aloha
I feel every ounce of feeling and energy you put into this poem ....
It's a partnership quite truly! Nicely Karen!
Hank
Beautiful, what a wonderful bond!
Sounds like a wonderful escape from the concrete life!
Im sure come those full moons, equinoxes , solstices and holidays, you and your mighty steed will again thunder across the imaginal plains of the multiverse.......
Well done!
Thank you Karen, I WILL get on that horse this summer... no ands, ifs or buts!
Enjoy your week!
A horse is a horse, of course, of course...
~
You are a real thoroughbred...bravo!!
Waw, very impressive pieces of art. Like how the pictures are made.
Greetings,
Filip
Reading it, a ride in itself: excitement!
Oh, yes!!
Very nice!
Lovely write!
Anna :o]
Beautiful...
oh the horse so matches the prompt...I have not done Magpie for a long time, great that it is still going...
That really is the most wonderful horse picture, Karen.
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