Refresh anew – Calm the mare within:
Lasso this rearing mare tonight
She jumped the fence into the dark
Ran blind to black and stormy plight
Must be a stallion captured her heart
The way she bucked, kicked, and neighed
Then into the wind she ran as a lark
Laughing I guide her to apples again
And bubbling brooks moss and green
Where lightning bolts subside with rain
Guiding her back wild mare to dream
Of stallions bold and wise and true
By wood and musical gentle stream
Guiding her back to skies crystal blue
Where breezes and scents refresh anew
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Pamela Williams /Perthena#2476
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RHYTHMS OF THE ANCESTORS.
In the land where the sun kisses the earth, Where the skies stretch vast and blue, And the heartbeat of the land is a rhythm Echoing through time, through space, I hear the whispers of the ancestors, Their voices a symphony of wisdom, Of strength, of life lived in harmony With the earth, with the sky, with the spirit Of the land that cradles us, that holds us In its tender, timeless embrace.
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Such a measured yet boundless trot to the rhythm, and the images. Bravo.
Gorgeous, gorgeous! "Must be a stallion captured her heart The way she bucked, kicked, and neighed Then into the wind she ran as a lark Laughing I guide her to apples again And bubbling brooks moss and green Where lightning bolts subside with rain" I love that -- "Laughing I guide her to apples again." The specificity in these lines is the poem's strength, giving it authenticity and a sense of grandness from a smaller focus. The objective correlative is strong in this too, multiple layers to lift up and examine. Masterful skills you're employing, Pamela! I'm sorry I have missed this until now!
So visual with your words. I enjoyed reading it.