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Foal Teach me, and liberate my heart. Her head Cocked sideways, mane abandoned to the wind, No ghostly rider from the land of death Reins her. Her beauty, health, no taint of sin – Apollo’s chariot, some myth is needed To explain the freedom that she pulls along, A power free from memory, or creed: I seek to join such freedom to my song: If only I could link my spaciousness Of infinite trace, the pasture without end, To her fleet tripping flight, her graciousness That speeds her down a path that never bends. But even my tears of joy don’t run straight, For they flow toward a heaven guarded by a gate. |
This Poem was Critiqued By: Joe Gustin On Date: 2014-01-01 13:45:22
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 10.00000
Wow!I would like to think we all process such a horse within us. That spirit that runs with such abandon.that its our heart that spurs her on. Yet it always seems that only our brains that hold the rains. The last two lines of this poem could be a poem within its self. Why would a place of ultimate power need a gate in the first
place?